10
DARREN
“Where were you until late morning?” Crystal doesn’t even look up from cutting the thin slice of turkey on her plate, but her voice clearly has a hard edge.
I fight not to roll my eyes as she, her father, and a menagerie of cousins and widowed aunts peer at me expectantly. These interrogations are constant, forcing me to lie elaborately and with the virtuosity of a much less moral man. So far it has been working while I’m behind the scenes with Cheyenne to free myself.
I slept in. I give her a patient smile. “Sorry, darling?” I slept in, and Cheyenne was in my arms.
“Your location.” She has all the warmth of a parole officer.
“The blood tests. I told you yesterday at breakfast, remember?” My voice stays light. We made love four times between yesterday afternoon and today. F
