Page 118 of Symphony for Lies

“Oh, no need. Zane already told me everything!”

He what?My head snapped toward him.

He was lounging back on the pillows, arms behind his head, with that damn smirk still on his lips.

“For someone who supposedly had a motorcycle accident and needed you to take care of him, it sure looks like you’re the one who needs rest.”

I swallowed hard.

Oh. God.

Grandma’s sharp eyes sparkled with joy as they assessed me. I opened my mouth, ready to defend myself, but she cut me off with a dismissive wave. “Whatever. Food’s ready. Come downstairs.”

She turned, shutting the door behind her.

Releasing a shaky breath, I went to get up, but Zane’s arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me back down.

“You thought I ratted you out to your grandma?” he teased, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against my cheek.

I glared at him. Of course, I thought that.

“Well, I should’ve, just to make you regret ever setting foot in a dangerous situation.”

I clicked my tongue.

“But I don’t want you to be mad at me. She was surprised to find us like this. But I explained everything. She took it pretty well. I think she likes me.”

Heat crept up my face.“Let me go.”

“No.”

I sighed, “My grandma is waiting.”

“Just a little longer.”

He rested his forehead against my shoulder, his breath caressing my skin, and I let myself sink into the moment. My fingers lightly traced his arm.

When I turned to face him,my eyes scrutinized the wound on his head. “How are you feeling?”

His gaze dropped to my lips.“Right now? Couldn’t bebetter.”

A small smile tugged at my lips.I leaned in, brushing a soft kiss over his mouth.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?”

His expression dulled. “Will you start playing detective again?”

I shook my head.

After a beat, he sighed,“I just needed some air. After you left, I talked with my family and went outside to clear my head. I must’ve let my guard down. When I walked toward my garage… someone was behind me.”

My stomach twisted.

“It happened so fast. I didn’t see it. Didn’t hear. I didn’t have time to fight back.”

I felt sick.

“I don’t know how long I was down there. But it felt like forever. You know what pissed me off the most?”

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