Page 139 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“Send over the details, and we’ll be there.”

TWENTY

Cara

“I’ll askher when this is over,” Grant says in the other room.

Carrying my coffee in hand, I tiptoe over to his mainly unused bedroom to see what he’s doing.

The door is slightly ajar, and he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me.

“Fisher, I know.”

He grumbles at what Fisher is saying on the other line.

“I will. I just can’t ask her to up and move her entire life.”

Grant laughs.

“I know you did that for Ellie, but that’s not how the real world works.”

Another silent pause.

“I will. I told you we’re on an assignment, and I can’t tell you much about it.”

Grant sighs.

“You’re beginning to sound like me.”

I step forward to try and hear better.

“I promise I’ll come see you after I’m done in Charlotte.”

Grant hangs up and tosses his phone beside him on the bed. I take it as my chance to back away slowly so he doesn’t know I was just eavesdropping.

What is he going to ask me when this is over? We have already started talking about our future. I know that I want to be with Grant after our mission ends. I’m not sure why he would be doubting anything that I’ve said to him.

All of this makes me feel as though I need to talk to someone other than Grant about how I’m feeling.

I like my work; I value what it is I do and the problems I solve to help make the world a better place.

I can admit the truth—I’ve been running around going a million miles per hour because I haven’t had a partner in life. It feels like I found the one person in the world who completely understands me.

I go into my bedroom and lock the door behind me. Stepping into the bathroom, I turn on the shower to help cover up the sounds from the call I’m about to make.

In the bathroom, I sit on the counter near the sink and call one of my best friends, Grayson.

As it rings, I realize that I have more connections in Charleston than anywhere else in the world at this point. Charleston, Hull, and California are where my people are.

“Look who it is,” he says.

I rest back on the bathroom sink.

“Hey, stranger, how are you?”

“How am I? Perfect. Talk to me.”

“Right to the point?” I say with a faint laugh.

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