Another pause.
Another moment where he chose what not to tell me.
My patience snapped immediately afterward. “No.”
His eyes lifted back toward mine.
“No what?”
“You don’t get to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Show up looking like this, tell me there are men outside, then act like I’m too fragile to hear the rest.”
“That’s not what this is.”
“Then what is it?”
He looked away first.
That alone told me enough.
Because Noah Prescott never looked away first.
I stepped closer before I could stop myself. “Does this have something to do with you?”
His silence answered too much.
I felt my chest tighten immediately afterward.
“Oh my God.”
“Reese.”
“No, don’t Reese me right now.”
I moved back a step and stared at him harder.
Pieces started connecting too fast in my head suddenly. The weird
