Xavier Grayson didn't answer her question about the racing trip. Instead, he dropped a sentence that felt like a bucket of ice water. "That drawing... what exactly was on it?"
Chloe Bishop felt her heart skip a beat. Her attempt to pivot the conversation had failed utterly. She tried to maintain her "socialite mask," keeping her voice light and steady. "It was just a portrait of the three of us. Perhaps it was the red paint... it made him a bit overstimulated."
Xavier’s expression turned predatory. The relaxed posture vanished, replaced by the lethal aura of a man who could see through any lie. "I want the truth, Chloe."
Chloe bit her lip, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. She had looked Liam Jr. in the eye and promised him. If she betrayed that trust now, she would
