Page 4 of Tell Me Something True

At his admission her fingers twitched, then curled around his forearm. “Miles, I—”

“I remember the first time I saw you. The first time I kissed you. I remember the feel of your mouth against mine and the taste of your pussy,” he continued softly, so no one could overhear. “I remember the sounds you made when I fucked you. How it felt to have you come on my cock. I remember how you looked on your knees sucking me.”

Her breath caught and she trembled. Shifted her thighs, the motion restless. Telling.

She remembered all that, too. Remembered how good it had been between them. How explosive.

She remembered.

Good.

Because he couldn’t forget.

For months those memories had tortured him. He’d had to force himself not to think of her when he was with another woman or masturbating in the shower.

Through sheer will, determination, and unmatched stubbornness, he’d finally stopped fantasizing about her.

But he’d never stopped dreaming of her.

He straightened and pulled his arm from underneath her hand. “I remember everything,” he repeated, moderating his tone so there was no lingering anger. No longing or desire. “Everything we did. Everything you kept hidden from me. And I remember coming home that day and finding your note. So, if you’re in Mount Laurel thinking you can walk back into my life, you’ve wasted your time.”

“This may be difficult for that massive ego you’ve acquired to hear, but me running into you here is merely a coincidence.”

“A coincidence,” he repeated flatly. “And yet, you still haven’t said what you’re doing in Mount Laurel.”

“Just passing through. But someone recommended the burgers here—”

“It’s almost midnight.”She smiled, as if he was adorable with his small-town ways of eating dinner before nine p.m. “Yes, but I was hungry, and they mentioned the kitchen here stays open late. I had no idea you’d be here. You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw you.”

“What a shock that must have been.”

She ignored his sardonic tone. “And when I did see you, I thought that after all these years, despite the way things ended, it would be nice to catch up with a man I used to know. A man I cared about.”

Bitterness rose into his throat, sharp and acidic. She’d cared about him?

He’d loved her. Had wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

And she’d left him.

“You’re lying.”

She blinked rapidly, three times, a chink in her otherwise impenetrable armor. “Excuse me?”

Yeah, a definite chink. One that was clear in her chilly tone.

“You,” he said slowly, succinctly, “are lying.”

Mouth flat, she crossed her arms. Must have realized how defensive the gesture was because she dropped her arms. “Or maybe you’re just overly suspicious.”

“Maybe.” He was a cop after all. Suspicion came with the job. But so did digging for the truth. “Doesn’t make me wrong, though. And I don’t believe you’re just passing through my hometown or that you showing up here is anything innocent or accidental. And it sure as hell isn’t a coincidence.”

Her smile was back, her expression soft, her eyes bright. As if his notions about her were crazy, but she was willing to indulge him and his silly, skeptical ways. “Why would I lie?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care.”

He no longer wanted her truth. Would never again beg her for whatever scraps she’d toss his way. He just wanted her gone.

She held his gaze, searching for something. Trying to find a weak spot in the walls he’d built, some area she could poke or prod or wiggle her way through.

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