Ryan Edwards
She knows.
I don’t have proof, but I’ve been in too many boardrooms and survived too many interrogations to ignore gut instinct. And mine was screaming at me now.
Lily knows I’m hiding something.
She didn’t say anything outright. She didn’t throw accusations or slam a door. That’s not her style. But the shift in her energy since yesterday afternoon was too sharp to ignore.
She was fine in the morning—flustered, yes, adorably so after our accidental sleep-cuddle—but then she went quiet. Not just annoyed, quiet. Suspicious quiet. The kind of quiet that hums with unsaid questions and unspoken conclusions.
She didn’t meet my eyes. Barely mumbled goodbye as she hopped out of the car. And at the office, she avoided me with precision.
At first, I chalked it up to our… proximit
