The problem wasn’t what I discovered. The problem was how little it bothered me. It should have — any reasonable woman would probably read the words motorcycle club president and start reconsidering her life choices. Instead, I felt more curious than before, which was probably its own warning sign.
The sudden sound of my office door opening without warning brought me right back and Elias walked in carrying coffee and stopped immediately, his eyes landing on me with that look he reserved for things that didn’t add up. “You look guilty,” he said.
I slammed shut my laptop but it was too late.
His eyes narrowed. “What are you hiding?”
“Nothing.”
“Lily.”
“Elias,” I said, matching his tone exactly.
He sat across from me and studied my face. “You only use that voice when you’re lying.”
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