Natalie

“You what?” I gasp, my adrenaline spiking, cottonmouth like a bitch infecting my tongue. When Cam told me to stay after he came home from shift, this isn’t what I thought he was planning on telling me.

Slower and with feeling, he says the words again. “I lied to your brother. He said he felt like you’d been keeping something from him. I should’ve told him about us.”

“What did you tell him?” I’m dreading this, one hundred percent scared to ...