The lines on Grayson's forehead deepened as he stared at the message from Morgan. "She could be lying about that too. Saying she'll be there, then not showing up."
Honey studied his troubled expression, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. "You don't trust anything about her, do you?"
"Not anymore." Grayson locked his phone and set it on the counter, rubbing his temple. "It's hard to trust someone who's proven themselves capable of sustained deception."
"If you have such strong feelings about this," Honey ventured carefully, "why were you going to marry her?"
Grayson's eyes met hers, something vulnerable flickering across his face before he could mask it. "Because I didn't know she was lying. Not until I caught her." He leaned against the counter, arms crossing over his chest. "When it
