Page 87 of The Truth of Our Secrets

He swipes the screen and holds it up to my face to unlock it, but the screen to enter the passcode appears. When I rattle off the numbers, Emmet doesn’t enter them.

“Emmet.” My voice questions him.

“You gave me your passcode,” he states the obvious, so I raise my eyebrows. “You trust me with it?”

I snort. “What do you think I’ve got on my phone that I’d want to hide?” I’m so boring it’s laughable. “Go on. See what our man said.”

Emmet shakes his head and unlocks my phone. “He says he landed safely and will call us when he gets to his hotel.”

“Great, can you reply with a heart emoji?” It’s easier if he replies, so I don’t have to wash my hands.

There’s a knock at the door, and my senses go on high alert. Unless it’s a neighbor, which has never happened, the doorman should buzz us.

“Do you want me to get that?” Emmet rounds the island toward the door.

“Em,” I use Alec’s nickname for him and he stops short. “No one should be knocking. It could be…” I don’t want to say his name out loud.

“I’ll get rid of whoever it is.” Emmet strides out of the kitchen and my hands hover over the chicken.

He shouldn’t have to deal with Peter, but I’m not prepared for his vicious attack.

I can hear Peter demand Emmet’s name, and I hate that he tells him. Luckily, Emmet is a popular name, so he won’t know he’s my Emmet from the past.

My heart drops when Peter says, “So you found your way back to her. Did you whine about how I cut you out of her life?”

WHAT?

“I’m sorry. Who are you?” Emmet’s not a good liar.

“Don’t play dumb,” Peter snaps.

“We don’t talk about you at all. So why are you here?” Emmet’s hard voice demands an answer.

“I have a message for the little cum-slut. You can run along and give it to her and it applies to you as well. Have a lovely evening.” His last words sound like a threat.

Emmet slams the door without replying. He’s ripping an envelope open as he enters the kitchen.

“What did he mean, he cut you out of my life?”

“Fuck!” Emmet bangs his fist on the counter and looks at me with pure malice.

I jerk back and bump into the counter.

His face softens, and he takes the bowl of chicken and turns on the faucet. I’m at a loss as he washes my hands for me. They’re shaking with the possibilities of what’s in the envelope.

Once my hands are clean and dry, he tucks me into his side and grabs my phone. Without a word, he dials Jayce.

“Hey, I’m checking in. Let me call you back in a minute.”

“Peter was here,” Emmet spits out.

Jayce mutters a few curse words and we hear him speaking to the hotel personnel. “Gimme one minute,” he says, and I assume he’s talking to us.

The envelope’s on the counter and I see photos peeking out, but not the images. This is bad. It’s really bad. Emmet’s a calm and rational person, but he’s about ready to blow.

“Okay, I’m in the elevator. I’ll call you back if I lose you. What happened?”

“When you get to your room, FaceTime us. I think it’s easier to show you.” His arm around me tightens.

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