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“Most people didn’t,” he said with a wry smile. “I don’t normally share that story. Did you inject me with some kind of truth serum today?”

“If I was going to inject you with something, it wouldn’t be a truth serum.”

He chuckled, but he still sounded sad, and I couldn’t help myself. My completely uncharacteristic actions continued. I reached over and rested my hand on his forearm, wanting to comfort him.

His intense gaze went right to where my hand was touching him and then up to my face, as if he were asking a question that he didn’t speak aloud.

I could almost hear it.Are we allowed to touch each other now?

I yanked my hand away like I’d been scalded. He stood there, not moving, not speaking, just watching me. I didn’t know what I had been thinking. That was the thing—I wasn’t thinking. I was reacting.

With my heart and not with my head.

I didn’t know what to make of that.

“You wouldn’t have to inject me with a serum,” he said softly. “Anything you want to know, ask it. Ask, and I’ll explain and be completely honest with you. I’ve never lied to you, Sinclair, and I never will.”

My heart was thudding low and hard, crowding out my lungs so that I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to believe him, but I did.

If that was true ...

“Mason! Savannah!”

I turned to see Bridget waving and making her way toward us.

And I realized I was disappointed that Mason and I were no longer alone together.

CHAPTER TEN

I had hoped to look nice tonight, but Bridget? She was stunning. Like a goddess coming down from Mount Olympus to frolic with a mortal man.

Mason didn’t stand a chance.

I didn’t want to compare myself to her, but I couldn’t help it. She was so beautiful, and it made me feel completely inadequate.

“Savannah! I’m so glad you made it!” I could tell she genuinely meant that, which confused me. Why would she want me to be here, possibly interfering with her chance to hook up with Mason?

She hugged me hello, and I felt guilty. Here I was being jealous of her and she was happy just to see me.

Bridget turned toward Mason. “Hello to you as well!” He said hi as she stood up on her tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek, and that jealous feeling was back, but I decided to fight it off by refusing to acknowledge it.

“This is a cool little wooden bridge!” she declared.

Even though he was responding to her statement, he looked at me as he said, “It is. It reminds me a lot of this dock I hung out on once.”

His words pierced me, and I felt a hit of fear. Or adrenaline. I couldn’t tell the difference right now. “I thought you said you didn’t remember anything from earlier.”

“Oh, it’s all coming back to me.”

Was this going to make things even more weird and horrible between us? If he was remembering what we both had said, how was he going to feel when he realized what he had revealed to me?

His worst enemy?

My mind started rushing with thoughts of what he might choose to do. Would he get angry that I had that information? Would he write a mean article about me? Leave some terrible reviews online? I really was in the weaker position here. I was the one in danger of losing my job, and a bad word from him could hurt me.

“Should we go inside?” Bridget asked, apparently ignoring the undercurrent of whatever was happening between Mason and me.

“Let’s.” He nodded. He went to the restaurant door and opened it for Bridget.

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