Page 82 of A Smile Full of Lies
“I call bullshit.”
My breath stalled in my chest. I let out a squeak of protest, but he spoke again, cutting me off.
“That wasn’t the kind of reaction you have for a ‘friend’. That’s strike one, baby.”
My jaw locked.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? Then why did you get so fucking possessive when those girls were talking about him in line outside the haunted house? Strike two.”
My stomach flipped violently.
“How the fuck do you know about that?”
He snorted, like maybe I was being tiresome.
“Security cameras, obviously. You told those girls you knew him ‘intimately’. You called him Knox. You warned them off him without even realizing what you were doing.”
Heat boiled beneath my cheeks.
“That’s not?—”
“Careful, sweetheart. You’re so close to strike three already. You could’ve stayed quiet. You could’ve let them think you didn’t know him. But you didn’t.”
I stopped breathing for a second, then cleared my throat.
“So what?”
“Tell me why, sweetheart.”
I choked on a whimper and shook my head, but I knew he wasn’t going to let me get away with not answering. So, I sucked in a breath and gathered myself.
“Because they were acting like they had a shot with him.”
“And they didn’t?”
God, he sounded so fucking amused.
My heart squeezed painfully.
“Of course not.”
“Why not?”
Jesus… his distorted voice seemed like it dropped a fucking octave. How was that even possible?
My breath came too fast and shallow.
“Because he’s…”
I stopped. Heat crawled beneath my skin, choking off my answer.
“He’s what?”
My fingers shook and I almost dropped my phone.
“Because he’s mine.”
