Page 98 of You Betrayed Me (The Cahills 3)

“Okay.”

“Okay,” she snapped back.

His eyes held hers for a second too long. “I . . . should’ve tried harder.”

“Yes. You should’ve.” She wouldn’t bend. If she bent, she’d break. “Let’s move on.”

“You got it.” He drained his glass and signaled for another.

“You were telling me what happened,” she reminded him, forcing the conversation to the situation at hand, refusing to notice the hard line of his jaw, masked a bit by the beard growth, nor the breadth of his shoulders, nor the way his hair, where it hadn’t been shaved, curled behind his ear.

Nor would she admit that her heartbeat was ticking a little faster. “You said she attacked you.”

“She did.”

“And you couldn’t defend yourself? From a woman who doesn’t weigh a hundred and fifteen pounds?”

“She surprised me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. She was out of her mind. So damned angry, so furious. She came at me teeth bared, nails slashing. I tried to sidestep her as she lunged, but we went down together. I remember that.” He rubbed a hand over his chin as the waitress picked up his empty glass and left a full one in front of him.

“And you hit your head.”

He nodded.

“And then you blacked out.”

“Yes.”

“And woke up in the hospital with amnesia.” She couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice. What the hell was she doing here, listening to this BS? She was sick of it. “So what happened to her—to Megan?” She took a swallow from her drink, barely tasting it, realizing it had grown cold. Her gaze was fastened to him, searching for any kind of reaction.

“I heard she drove away from the house. Bobby thinks he saw her car leaving when he was on his way back to the house and, from what the cops told me, she was on her way to your house, but didn’t make it.”

Square One all over again.

“Where do you think she is?”

The question surprised her. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m here.”

“But you must have a theory.” He looked at her over the rim of his glass as he took another swallow.

“I don’t know. She said she was on her way. Called me. Upset. And I waited.”

“But she didn’t show.”

“Right.”

“And you have no idea what happened to her.”

“Of course not.”

One of his dark eyebrows arched.

“You think I know something I’m not saying?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time sisters got together.”

“Oh, come on. To what? Frame you?” she said, her voice rising. “Is that where you’re going?”

“You both have your reasons.”

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