Page 97 of You Betrayed Me (The Cahills 3)

James regarded her carefully. “Are we . . . talking about something else?”

“Megan.”

His gaze narrowed. Moments passed. Rebecca could almost hear the tick-tick-tick of elapsing time. She was pushing. Asking without asking. Angry. Needing to know, but unable to ask him, Why . . . Why? Why Megan?

James either read something on her face or picked up the vibe because he said, “I’m sorry.”

Jackass. Did he think that would be enough?

She tried to smile, but couldn’t force the muscles of her mouth to comply. “Call me crazy. I always thought there would be an explanation. Like . . . love grabbed you by the throat, and you were powerless against it. But then you cheated on her. Like you cheated on me with her.”

“She told me you were seeing someone else. A doctor.”

“What?”

She stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Megan said you were seeing someone else,” he repeated.

Liar! “That’s not true.”

He didn’t answer.

“Oh, God . . . You mean Michael Dent?” she demanded.

“I don’t know his name.”

“I never dated him. Megan worked for him. At his clinic. He was going through a divorce or something, was separated from his wife at the time, I think. Megan dated him. I never did. I was with you.”

His expression was unreadable. He didn’t move a muscle. Was he feeling the same distinct shock she was?

“Megan showed me pictures of you with him.”

“So?”

“They don’t lie, Rebecca. You were with him. Together.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “I went to dinner with him and Megan once,” she said. “And . . .” And then she got it. “Are you trying to tell me that while Megan went to the bathroom she actually took pictures of Michael and me together? Like we were on a date or something?” she said, staring at him. “And you believed it? Didn’t even come to me to ask me about it?”

When he didn’t respond immediately, she glared at him. “Are you kidding me?” Her heart hardened. “You believed Megan. Never asked me about it?”

His brows pinched together.

“Really . . . You believed Megan! Oh, I see. It was easier. It was the easy way out. You wanted to believe it.”

He looked about to argue, but thankfully didn’t. Because when push came to shove, it didn’t matter. Water under the bridge and all that. She reminded herself the only reason that she was here was to find Megan.

“Okay. So I’m a dick,” he finally admitted.

She didn’t say a word.

“You could at least argue the point,” he suggested.

“I could.” She waited, all the while aware of his gaze lingering on hers. She didn’t back down, just stared back at him. “But I’m not going to.”

“Fair enough.” He seemed to want to say something else. She could tell he was still processing.

“I don’t want to talk about could have beens,” she preempted.

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