Page 115 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I chuckle as I finish putting on my tuxedo for tonight.

“How are you doing, old man?”

“Better now that I finally hear back from you,” Luke says.

“It’s been a while.”

“Ages. When are you coming back to California?”

“Soon. A few weeks at most.”

“Cara told me something similar.”

I can sense the hesitation in my friend’s voice. There’s no way he thinks we’re connected, yet both of us being absent during the same time frame is rather suspicious.

“I’m sure she’ll be back before me. How’s she doing?”

Luke sighs.

“Good. Fine. I don’t get much out of her when she’s working.”

“I’m sure she would tell you if you needed to worry.”

“Maybe…” He trails off.

“Well, tell me when you’re back in town. We’ll have to have you over for dinner or go golfing. Hell, both,” he says with a chuckle.

“Will do. Take care of yourself.”

“You too.”

I end the call and put the phone in my inner jacket pocket.

“Everything okay?” Cara’s sweet voice asks from behind.

She takes my breath away, standing in my doorway. We’ve been sleeping together in her original bedroom, but I’ve still kept my clothes in a separate room.

“Good. Just talked to your dad, actually.”

Cara gives me a surprised look.

“We’ll have to figure that out eventually. Not now.”

“No, definitely not now,” she muses.

“He said you haven’t shared much with him.”

“Don’t do this, Grant.” She sighs.

“Your dad just wants to make sure you’re okay. When did you talk to him?”

“Maybe an hour ago. He called as I was getting ready. I hadn’t answered him the past few times.”

“I won’t pry. He just loves you.”

“I know. I’ll do better. Sounds like you should too.”

“You’re right.”

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