"I need to leave right now."

My hands were shaking as I grabbed my purse, shoving my phone inside with fumbling fingers. The missed calls felt like they were burning a hole through the screen.

How was I supposed to explain this?

"Cynthia..."

"No." I couldn't look at Xander without thinking about last night or his hands or the things he'd said. "I need to get home. Alex is going to, oh god, what am I supposed to tell him?"

"Tell him you worked late."

"Until 9 AM?" My voice was climbing ...