Page 68 of Tell Me All Your Lies

“How would I ever do that?”

“I’m sure we can think of something.”

“Whatever you say.”

Grant hums thoughtfully.

“You said you’ve played poker before, correct?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“Honestly?” I ask as I swirl my wine around in its glass.

“I’d appreciate it, given the stakes.”

“Back home in Massachusetts. My friends would play, and I’d be forced into it.”

“Friends?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard my dad talk about them. Lachlan, Grayson, and Liam. From Hull.”

“That’s right. You four are still close, correct?”

“Yes, well, it’s complicated. I am friends with all of them.”

Grant doesn’t press any further, which I appreciate. A long time ago, we all had a falling out over a misunderstanding. Grayson and I talk to everyone, but Lachlan and Liam still aren’t speaking to one another.

It’s something that Grayson and I plan to team up and resolve after I’m done with this mission.

“It explains a lot.”

“What does?”

“Your loyalty.”

I shrug, trying to stay indifferent even though Grant is getting to know me on a more personal level.

“How so?”

“Come on, Cara. There’s no need to hide. Not with me.”

“Isn’t that basically what we are doing together? Hiding?”

“We aren’t hiding. We’re the good guys.”

I let out a light laugh, and it makes Grant move closer in my direction.

“We are.”

Grant’s stare is intense on me.

“You’re talented. Loyal. Confident. Have one hell of a shot and the looks to bring any of these fuckers to their knees.”

I feign confusion.

“Which shot are you referring to?”

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