Page 48 of Tell Me All Your Lies

I perk up at the sound of Grant’s deep voice as he steps onto the plane.

“I had some work I had to do. It’s not my fault you sleep in ahead of a mission.”

Grant grins as he plops his bag down on the side of his chair and takes the open seat in front of me.

His eyebrows shoot up, almost testing if I’ll say anything else.

“I’m never late,” I continue.

“Believe me, I already knew that about you.”

“Let’s not pretend as if you know me after a short time together.”

“Maybe not.”

I roll my eyes as the flight attendant appears.

Grant and all hismaybe-notsare going to drive me crazy if he continues.

“Good morning. Can I get you anything to drink?” she asks Grant.

“Yes, please. A double espresso.”

“Coming right up. And anything else for you, Mrs. Sinclair?”

I flinch at the name.

Regrouping immediately, I pull on my jacket and give her a small no.

“Please let me know if you need another latte or anything else at any time,” she says before walking away.

“Don’t forget, you’re already my wife here,” Grant whispers.

My head darts over to see his smug expression.

“Don’t you forget, I could kill you with my bare hands.”

I flash him my widest smile, and he laughs.

“My kind of foreplay.”

Grant looks around the seats and finds a neatly folded paper on top of a nearby table.

“Reading the newspaper still?”

“It’s important to see what’s being shared with the masses.”

Grant pulls out a pair of black glasses from his jacket pocket and sets them, along with the newspaper, on the table in front of us.

He takes off his jacket and neatly folds it over the chair next to him.

I try to focus on the device that I’m holding. Right now, I’m definitely interested in these blueprints and not the way Grant looks in a button-up.

“Reading anything interesting?” he asks.

I look up to see he’s sitting back down, and our flight attendant is bringing him his requested espresso.

“Just looking over the homes in the neighborhood.”

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