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Nora’s first thought was that he’d drawn it from a photograph, but why were there multiple measurements and notes on the page?
Her stomach dropped.
He had to be responsible for the sculptures.
Chapter 12
AsNorastaredatthe sketch in her hand, her annoyance grew.She looked at the floor and noticed another drawing, this one of the walrus.Again, there were lots of measurements and notes, and it looked like the paper had been folded up.Everett must have taken it with him to the park.
He’d lied to her.Just like Samuel.
She shook her head.This wasn’t the same.But she still felt like Everett should have told her.They’d seen many of the sculptures together—why had he gone in the first place?To observe people’s reactions?And hadn’t she asked who he thought was behind it?
It wasn’t the same as lying to steal from her, but she was pissed nonetheless.It felt like a big lie by omission when their entire “relationship” had centered around those sculptures.
It’s okay, she told herself.You were prepared for the worst.That’s why you never intended to have anything lasting with him.
Except, if she was honest with herself, some part of her had wanted more.She’d tried to deny it, but it was true.
God, she couldn’t handle this.She’d get dressed, hurry back to her apartment, and call Aimee.She couldn’t—
“Nora?”
Shit.
She whirled around.Everett was sitting up in bed.
“What are you doing?”he asked as he put on his glasses.
“You lied to me,” she said before she could think better of it.She held up the drawings.
He shut his eyes and looked pained.He didn’t refute it.
Ha!She felt a spark of triumph that quickly deflated.
“You’re one of the people behind the snow sculptures,” she continued, trying to ignore the empty ache inside her.
“It’s not what you think,” he said.
She gave him an incredulous look.“Oh really.These are just drawings you did after you saw them?Then why the measurements?”
“I’m not one of the people responsible.I’mtheperson.The only person.”
“Yeah, right.It’s impossible for a single person to make one of those sculptures overnight.”
“It’s possible,” he assured her.
“How?”
“Magic.”
She snorted…and then she realized he was serious.At least, he was seriously trying to convince her that it was magic.There was no teasing smile on his face.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”She dropped the drawings and strode to the bedroom door.
“Nora.Wait.”
Against her better judgment, she hesitated.
