Kyle’s POV
We drove in silence, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. I glanced at Cleo, staring out of the window as she twiddled her braids. She was striking; the curve of her jaw and the glow of her skin against the leopard-print dress made it almost unfair. I was falling for her, hard. Yet, a cold knot of dread sat in my stomach. Would she stick around if she knew the truth?
As if feeling my gaze, she turned. "Is there something on my face?"
"You mean other than your brown eyes and soft, kissable lips?" I grinned. She blushed and looked away, hiding a shy smile.
"So..." she started, her eyes fixed on the dashboard. "Where were you today, really?"
Damn. I gripped the wheel tighter. I wanted to tell her, but three dates felt too soon. "I had to pop into work and got waylaid." It wasn't a
