LEAH'S POV

　　There, standing in the doorway, was Ian, wearing nothing but a towel. He was soaking wet, his hair slicked back, and there was a look of concern on his face.

　　"Did you see everything?" I asked, panic rising in my voice.

　　Ian nodded, his eyes not leaving mine. "I won't tell anyone," he said, his tone reassuring. "

　　Before I could respond, he spoke again. "I have a proposition for you," he said, his voice serious. "I'll keep quiet ...