Chapter 47
Claire's lips parted. "No."
The answer came almost too quickly, Richard didn't respond. He picked up the crystal glass from his desk, swirling the whiskey inside before setting it down again without taking a sip.
"You know what I've always admired about you, Claire?"
She remained silent.
"You've become very good at pretending."
His eyes settled on her face. "But not good enough."
Claire fought to keep her expression steady. "I don't know what you mean."
Richard smiled. "No?"
He walked toward her slowly. "You blink more when you're afraid, you stop breathing when you think you've made a mistake."
"And..." He gently lifted her chin with two fingers. "...you can never lie while looking me in the eye."
Claire immediately looked away, Richard chuckled softly. "There it is.
