Page 52 of Rescued Hearts

Felicity nodded and looked around. “Mia and Rina insisted they could look after things at the shop while I came home to check on things.”

Honor blinked rapidly. “You didn’t tell them about the attempted break-in, did you?”

“No. I told them I had a pipe burst and wanted to check that everything was going well with the plumber.”

Honor deliberately relaxed her shoulders an inch or two below her ears where they’d shot upward. She wasn’t sure how Gray was running things, but she could guess that shouting the news all over the small town that they were taking security measures wasn’t the best move.

Two more Malones—Colt and Carson—paraded by, and Felicity turned to watch them go.

Honor snapped her fingers in front of her sister’s face to get her attention. “The one in the black hat is married!” she hissed.

“Oh!Oh.” Pink splotches formed on Felicity’s cheeks. Without a care, she turned to Gray. “Do you have any single brothers?”

He sputtered a laugh but quickly coughed to cover the sound. “Uh…yep. Two more still in the service.”

“How do I get in touch with them?” Felicity exploded.

Laughing, Honor gave her sister a small nudge to stop her from saying anything else. And she definitely didn’t want her bringing up any sounds she may have noticed from Honor’s bedroom the previous night.

Her insides still hummed from the long, thorough sex that had blown her mind.

But one look at Gray’s face said he had more important things onhismind.

She shot him a nervous look. “What is it?”

“Sit down.” He waved a hand to the sofa a few feet away.

Her nerves kicked in as she took a seat. Felicity sat beside her and took her hand in a supportive grasp.

Gray took the armchair facing them, his big frame taking over the small furniture. “I need to ask you about your ex.”

She gulped but nodded.

“How much do you know about him?”

She stared at him. “We lived together for six years. I’d say I knew him pretty well.”

He leaned his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. “What about his family? His background?”

“Well, he was estranged from his family. His parents were divorced when he was young. He said his mom was narcissistic and he left as soon as he turned eighteen.”

Gray’s face gave nothing away. That cool, calm exterior rattled her.

“Why?”

He continued asking questions without answering hers. “What about his roots? Place of birth?”

She ran a fingertip between her eyes where an ache was starting. “He was born in Colorado. Moved around a lot when he was young. He lived all over.”

Gray grunted.

Honor shifted to the edge of the sofa cushion so she was teetering on the edge. “Why do you ask? What aren’t you saying?”

Gray watched her close when he told her. “Honor…the guy you dated didn’t exist up until ten years ago.”

She searched his expression for the meaning behind his words. “What?”

“Carson ran a background check. His social security, his records…they trace to a child that died in infancy. Looks like he assumed the identity.”

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