The silence was a scream between them.
Cara’s heart pounded like a war drum as she stared Blake down. “What secret?” she repeated, her voice low, demanding.
Blake’s jaw ticked, his shoulders tightening as if bracing for impact. He didn’t speak right away, and that hesitation only added gasoline to the fire burning in Cara’s chest.
“Don’t do this,” she said sharply. “Not now. Not when we’re this deep.”
Blake looked at the message again, then locked eyes with her. “It’s not what you think—”
“Then say it.”
He inhaled sharply, looking away for a second. “Before Michael… I was hired to follow you.”
“What?” The word punched from her lungs.
Blake nodded, ashamed. “Two years ago. Right after the divorce. He paid me to tail you. He thought you were hiding something—money, a new lover, whate
