AMARA
I wanted to run after him—every part of me screamed to go—but I didn’t. It wouldn’t have been fair to Ray. He had taken time out of his day just to help me, and I couldn’t bring myself to throw that back in his face. So I stayed. I let the other man walk away.
Even if he refuses to answer my calls, I know how to find him. I’m not entirely in the dark. All I have to do is go through my neighbor—or maybe I should call him what he really is: a spy. His spy. Pretending to be the friendly guy next door.
I should’ve known something wasn’t right about him. He was too nice, too eager. And then there was that argument he had with Isabelle at the boutique that day—looking back now, I should have known.
They must really enjoy thinking they’ve fooled me.
Ray brought the car to a gentle stop
