week.”
“I know.”
“Is this about another woman?”
His head snapped up.
“No.”
The answer came so quickly that I almost believed him.
Almost.
“Then is it about Vanessa?”
He went completely still.
I had my answer before he spoke.
He looked at me with an expression I had never seen before.
Fear.
Not anger. Not indignation. Fear.
“How do you know about Vanessa?” he whispered.
I felt my heart sink.
Because he hadn’t asked whether I had seen them together.
He hadn’t asked what I meant.
He had simply
