Page 14 of Our Lips Are Sealed
The door closed behind him, and Evie stood staring at it for a long minute, dread crawling through her stomach. The sun had fully risen by the time Samuel slipped out, its light hiding nothing.
Including the faint flush of color spreading upward from behind his collar. The telltale sign that he was hiding something.
“Damn it, Samuel.”
She went to one of her windows looking out over the front lawn and saw him jogging down the lane to his car parked out of sight on the drive.
“Damn it, damn it, damn it, Samuel.” She turned away when she lost sight of him. “Why?”
Evie prowled around the room, speculating on what he could be keeping from her. She paced as she worked through her thoughts, several scenarios coming to mind.
And none of them were good.
For one, he could be second guessing the idea of her moving in. When he told her this was her last night in Haven House, it had been during a pretty intense moment, and he could’ve been caught up in it, not truly meaning what he said.
Evie halted at the foot of the bed, staring down at the tangle of sheets, the words spoken still fresh on them. No, Samuel knew what he wanted. He wasn’t a man to make statements he hadn’t thought through a hundred times already.
Continuing to pace, she seized upon another possibility. He could be jealous of what she said regarding Brett and didn’t want to tell her. Bringing an ex-boyfriend up while they were in bed together probably wasn’t the best idea. Were the roles reversed, she would have been furious if he had dropped Gretchen’s name into a conversation like that.
Sitting on the bed, she snatched up one of the floral pillows he’d used in the night. Holding it to her chest, she buried her face in it, inhaling his scent.
The idea of Samuel feeling threatened by another man had a grin spreading slowly across her lips. It was a ridiculous thought. His gigantic ego would never allow for it.
Tossing the pillow aside, she debated over just texting him but didn’t want to come off as being weird, which was weird in itself because she’d never cared before.
At a loss, she went into the bathroom, hoping a shower would clear her head, but even under the spray of water, the nagging in her wouldn’t cease. Evie replayed the conversation, analyzing everything said, and still nothing stuck out as odd.
The only real thing she noticed was how he’d tensed when Cohen and the interview were brought up, but Evie doubted that was it. They’d all pretty much finished with the FBI agent and his questions, with Samuel being the last to talk to him one on one.
Turning the water off, she grabbed a towel from the hook and yanked the shower curtain back to get out.
Jamison stood on the other side, glaring at her like a pissed off zombie. Dark circles hung under her sister’s eyes, accentuating her skin’s shallow, pale tone. Evie screamed, nearly cracking her head on the tile when she reared back in terror.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Jamison didn’t reply, abruptly fleeing the bathroom.
Evie stomped after her, wrapping herself in a towel as she went. “Are you crazy?”
Coming around the corner, she stopped short when she found Jamison standing at the foot of her bed.
“It’s true,” Jamison whispered, staring at the blankets piled in a heap. “My sister is fucking my brother.”
Evie winced. “Please don’t say it like that.”
“How would you like me to say it?” Jamison’s wide eyes remained locked on the bed. “I thought I heard you having a nightmare last night and tried to come in, but the door was locked.”
Yanking a robe from her closet, Evie slid it on. “Please let me explain.”
“There were noises,” Jamison continued, her voice growing louder. “Distinct noises coming from the other side of your door.”
“I’m sorry you heard that.”
“Liam tried to tell me, but I laughed and said that the very idea was disgusting.” Jamison covered her mouth with a hand. “I am such an idiot.”
Annabeth appeared in the bathroom doorway, offering Evie a nod of encouragement to go on and tell Jamison the truth.
Sorting through what to say, she wished Samuel were here. He’d handled Ben discovering them nearly on his own, whereas she stood to the side, blubbering like a moron.
