Page 81 of The Bachelor

She laughed. “Deal. I love you.” She took a drink of her wine. “Enough about all that. I want to move on to happier things, like you and Macon.”

My eyes widened as I finished my brownie. “Excuse me?”

“Don’texcuse me, girl.” She smiled in such a knowing way. “You both disappeared from the bar at the same time. I might have been drunk as hell, but I noticed, and I know something went down that night. So, spill it.”

I slid back a few inches, filling my lungs.

How am I going to get out of this?

I wanted more than anything to tell her what was really happening with Camden. That I had such incredibly strong feelings for her twin brother. That he was the only man I wanted to give my virginity to.

But I feared her reaction would put the biggest strain on our friendship, and I couldn’t handle that.

But not telling her, keeping this secret, felt horrible, especially considering I usually told her everything.

“I swear, nothing happened, Han. It was literally a coincidence that we both left at the same time. I went to the restroom. When I came out, one of my clients called, and that tied me up for a bit.” I swallowed, thinking of how Camden’s hands had really done all the tying and then his dick, followed by a full-blown make-out session before we both came back inside. “It’s the same as what I told you at the bar. My story hasn’t changed.”

She eyed me as she ate the rest of her brownie. “But you’ve changed.”

I pointed at my chest. “Me?”

She nodded.

“How?” I pressed.

“How do I put this …”

As she thought about the right word to use, a part of me started to freak out.

What if she knows something about Camden and me and is about to drop that little nugget? What if she is going to ask something that I won’t be able to deny?

Camden had warned me that Hannah would be able to see right through me, that if I ever mentioned his name with a dreamy-like, telling smile, she would immediately know something was up.

Did I do that earlier?

Did I even mention his name?

Oh God, suddenly, everything was a blur.

“You’re acting almost lighter, if that makes any sense—like you just got laid—and I want to say happier, but I can’t really say that because you’re the happiest person I know. Nothing brings down my positive petunia.”

I laughed so hard that I snorted. “We both know I didn’t get laid.”

Even though her head turned, her eyes stayed on me. “But maybe something else happened.”

“Something else? Like what?”

Her grin was still stretched across her lips. “Why don’t you tell me?”

I could deny the obvious—or what she thought was obvious.

Or I could roll with it and see where it took me.

“You’re right; something happened.”

“Oh my God, I knew it.” She set her wine on the table and fully turned toward me, inching closer until our knees touched. “Tell me everything. Was Macon all swoony? Was he—”

“Hold on. It wasn’t Macon.” I brought the glass up to my lips and swallowed several times. “It’s … someone else.”

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