it worse. I cover my mouth but not before a sob escapes.
Flint darts over, instantly at my side. “What’s wrong, babe? Memories again?”
“No!” It tears out of me like an angry bullet. “Damn it, no.”
My words are so harsh, so fast, even Flint takes a step back. Those gorgeous azure blue eyes of his freeze over.
“Val?” He growls my name. “What the fuck’s the matter?”
“You. Why are you doing this?” I whimper, staring up at him, searching his eyes.
His frozen gaze breaks.
He looks away, turning, as if he can’t bear to look me in the eye.
As if he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
I stand up and point out the window, my hand shaking. “If that’s really your son, my stepson, you would’ve told me before now. Memory loss or not. That’s far too important to just wait for me to remember, Flint.”
His lips twist, but he doesn’t speak. And I’m not done. I can’t stop the incoming flood.
“None of this makes sense. If we’re really married, there’d be more signs of it. But there’s not. No pictures. No wedding trinkets. No wedding band on your finger. No...no nothing! This house is beautiful, but it hasn’t ever seen a woman’s touch, much less mine.” Flustered, I point at the bathroom. “You want to know what really gave it away? What I’ve been trying to forget but can’t? There’s not even an effing hair binder in that bathroom! Every woman has a few lying around like loose change and...”
I stop, glaring at him full force.
He’s looking back at me, his face a tight mask, slowly shaking his head.
“Yes, they do. Stop lying!” I run across the room and yank open the closet. “And they have more than half a dozen sets of clothes! Why, Flint? Why are you doing this to me? What did I do?”
He’s eerily silent. Huffing out hot rage, I fold my arms.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy or something? Um, it’s working!” My entire face twists. It hurts. I not only feel like I’m losing my mind, but everything I’ve ever wanted. Some secret dream I’ve always had, yet don’t remember, no thanks to this flipping amnesia.
“Did you hear me? It’s working!” I shout at him again.
He clears his throat and stands, towering over me. “Valerie—”
“Stop!” I aim a stiff finger at him.
I might be madder than I’ve ever been, but this man, this stranger, doesn’t scare me.
If he was going to hurt me, he would’ve done it long before now. So far, all he’s done is lie to me through his oh-so-perfect teeth. What I can’t figure out is why.
“Careful what you say next. If you won’t tell me the truth, the whole truth, then I don’t want to hear a single fucking word out of your mouth, Mister!” I can’t believe I usually swear so much, but right now, all I care about is the truth.
The worst part is, I have to work to shut off my empathy. Mr. Liar looks so tortured. Like he’s being split at the seams, trying to hold in whatever deep dark secret he’s kept from me.
Flint rakes both hands through his short-cropped hair, mussing it as he huffs out a breath. Then those bright sky-blue eyes look through me with such compassion I start trembling.
Trembling more, I should say. The shock, the anger already has me shaking like a leaf.
“You’re right, Val. We aren’t married,” he says quietly. “That’s a fucking sham.”
I nearly collapse, but he’s at my side, wrapping an arm around my waist.
Well, there it is. I wanted this, right?
Only...part of me didn’t want to know. Didn’t want him to confirm my worst suspicions. Didn’t want the illusion to end.
Now, there’s no going back.
“Why?” One word. It’s the only thing I can squeak out.
“I’ll tell you,” he says, tugging me to the bed. “But first you’re gonna sit down for this. I’m not risking you falling and banging your head.”
Jesus, is it that bad?I wonder.
I’m not even sure I want to sit down and find out more, but I have to. So I plop down on the edge of the bed. He sits beside me, keeping an arm snug around my shoulders that’s pure agony because it still feels like it belongs there.
“Let’s get the obvious out of the way. First, you’re gonna hate my guts, and I don’t blame you. It started as Cash’s idea. I told the fuck this wouldn’t work, you were too smart to fall for it, but...hell, it just got away