Page 123 of Liar's Point

She pulled the door back, and he stepped inside.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

Alex took a long look around her living room, no doubt picking up every strange detail, and she realized she’d never had a man in her home.

Not this home, at least.

“Do you... want something to drink?” she asked, mainly to distract his attention from his survey of her apartment.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” She walked around him to the kitchen. “You said you skipped dinner.”

“I’ll get something later.” He glanced at his Rolex, then ran a hand through his thick hair.

She stood beside the bar that separated the kitchen from her nearly empty living room, not sure of what to do or say. But she had to say something, and fast.

“Well, I’m really anxious for an update.” She leaned back against the counter. “You know, about the will? It’s been almost a week now, and I thought maybe you’d have something.”

He leaned his hip against the counter and watched her, those blue eyes taking in everything.

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?”

“Cassandra, I’ve been practicing law for ten years. I deal with liars all day long. And—no offense—you’re not very good at it.”

Her chest tightened. She forced herself to hold his gaze, and not to fidget, as she tried to come up with another story.

“Is this about Aubrey Lambert?” he asked.

Her stomach dropped. What did he know about Aubrey? She stared at him wordlessly for a moment, and then made herself respond.

“Why do you say that?”

“My brother mentioned you were involved in the case,” he said.

“Your brother?”

“Owen Breda. He’s a detective with Lost Beach PD.”

His brother was a police detective. Of all the lawyers she could have picked...

Cassandra’s chest constricted and the room seemed to tilt.

“Whoa.” Alex reached for her arm as she swayed on her feet. He grabbed her elbow and steered her into the living room. “You need to sit down.” Her body hit the futon with a graceless squish. “You okay?”

She nodded, leaning her head into her hand.

Alex walked into the kitchen, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to pull herself together. How did this keep getting worse? With every day that went by, another anvil fell out of the sky.

“Here.” He stood over her now with a glass of water.

She took it.

He sat down beside her on the futon. “Drink,” he said.

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