Page 70 of Sugar Coated Secrets

I nod and follow him into Trent’s office. When he shuts the door, he wipes the other side of my cheek with his thumb.

“What do you want?”

He closes the space between us. “I’m not leaving until I find out what really happened to you, Dulce. I know you’re not going to tell me, and that’s okay. I’ll find out my way.”

“You’re wasting your time.”

I'm uncertain about his plans, but too much time has already passed. It’s too late.

"I don't," he says, looking down at my shoes.

He looks up. “Why are your shoes caked in mud?”

“They’re old,” I explain. “I’ve had them for a while.”

“Katie’s are the same way,” he points out, looking at Katie’s shoes.

I scoff, not wanting to admit where we were. All that does is leave him with more questions I don’t want to answer.

“You’re a shoe expert now?”

He smiles. “I’m a lot of things.”

“I’m sure.”

He gets closer, causing me to lift my chin so I can meet his eyes. I should put distance between us. We should leave, but I can’t. His gaze holds me firmly in place.

“Tell me, Dulce. Where were you and Katie before you got here?”

“You’re following me now?”

“No, even though I should.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to make sure you’re safe.”

“Bad timing.”

Something dark passes through his eyes. “Trust me, I know.”

“Do you?”

His lips are a breath away; his eyes trace my lips. “Where, Dulce?”

“Where it happened.”

“The road.”

I nod.

“Why?”

I close my eyes briefly. “There’s a cabin and...”

“And?”

I tell him about old man Moody. I don’t know why I tell him. He’s the last person I should confide in.

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