Ford’s POV
Panic grips my throat like a vice.
We exchange looks, and the panic just gets infinitely worse. “f**k!”
Livia moves quickly, putting her bikini top back on. I rush down the stairs, putting on a blank face even though my heart is pounding in my ears.
We’ve never gotten close to being caught before. We always had the chance and the time to let things play along. Nadine always comes back later, but she never had the same wary tone as she has now.
Is she suspicious?
Nadine is already at the bottom of the stairs. Did she hear any of the things I said?
“She’s upstairs,” I say, going for a neutral tone. “What’s going on? You done playing?”
“Well, no,” Nadine says, frowning. “I just saw Livia leave and you following her.”
I swallow hard. What do I even say?
Thankfully, Nadi
