“How do you know that?” he asked me.
His eyes squinted with suspicion, his head tilted slightly as if trying to read between my panicked silence.
Seconds ticked by while my lips jittered, failing to form a single word, and that was another reason for him to suspect me.
My brain? Totally fried. Like there’s a loose screw somewhere, and my whole body’s short-circuiting.
What the hell am I supposed to say?
Every reasonable word disappeared from my head. Blank. Absolutely nothing. I couldn’t come up with a single explanation for how I knew what I knew.
I’m fudged!
“How did you know I was with her?” he repeated, this time slower—more enunciated. There was a hint to his voice, like a warning wrapped in thick velvet, and I felt it in my bones.
That damn arched thick eyebrow didn’t help e
