Page 133 of Tell Me All Your Lies
We both walk back to the empty bench in front of the window we’ve been focused on.
“Hey, Grant?”
“Yeah, love?”
“We should probably talk about what happens after all this.”
I nod in agreement as I grip the edge of the bench. Cara takes notice and smirks.
“Or not, if it stresses you out,” she teases.
“What I know is that I’ve meant every word I’ve said to you.”
“Me too.”
“I don’t think we’ve really talked about this directly, but after we catch the Marlin, I’m out,” I confess.
Cara looks startled by my revelation.
“Do you mean that?”
“I do.”
A silence stretches as she takes it in.
“Would you want to leave California?”
“Not necessarily.”
Cara glances up at me, and I see the resolve in her gaze.
“But you were planning on it.”
“I was, partially.”
“Where to?”
I take her hand in mine.
“It doesn’t matter. A place isn’t a home if it doesn’t have you in it. I’ll stay in California forever if it means I get you.”
I kiss the back of her hand.
“Charleston,” she says knowingly.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“After this is done. Let’s talk about it.”
“Your family. Work. Your life, Cara, is in California. I know that.”
“Not necessarily. I mean…” she starts.
Suddenly, two all-black SUVs pull into Fred’s driveway. Men get out of the cars and go around the back to enter. We can’t see any further movement from them.
Inside the house, lights start to turn on from the upstairs down to the first floor. Fred must have been upstairs this entire time and is turning them on as he goes to answer the back door or check on the commotion happening.
We may have temporarily turned off his cameras, but there’s no way he didn’t get them back on as soon as we left.
