Chapter 21
Nate didn’t move at first. The recording still hung in the air like something dirty that wouldn’t leave. Emilia kept the sheet pulled to her chest and stared at her own phone on the desk. The unknown message sat there, bright and ugly.
Cute reunion. Don’t finish that. He should hear the truth before he hears you come.
She felt sick. Not from almost getting caught. From the fact that Vanessa had been inside their private moment and turned it into a weapon. Nate’s weight still pressed over her in places. His hand stayed on the sheet near her hip like he hadn’t decided whether to pull it higher or throw it off.
“She’s listening,” Emilia said again, quieter this time.
“I know.” His voice stayed low. “She used your number.”
He sat back farther. The cold hit her skin where he ha
