Page 84 of Heartless Stepbrother
Instead, he turned the phone toward me, showing me the words stacked on the screen. His words in my voice.
His eyes slid to mine.
“Is any of that untrue?”
My pulse skittered, uneven.
“I didn’t say that,” I whispered.
“You didn’t have to.”
The SUV slowed as traffic thickened near Palo Alto. Sunlight spilled across his face, sharp on the cheekbone, softer near his mouth. He looked both unreal and too real at the same time.
He held my gaze while he sent the message.
Delivered.
I inhaled sharply.
“Why did you write that?”
“Because,” he said, leaning closer, his tone low enough that the driver couldn’t possibly hear, “they wanted details.”
His fingers brushed the back of my hand, barely a touch, but it set every nerve alight.
“And you wouldn’t give them any.”
My heart pounded.
“Now you can’t just take them back,” he added softly.
My stomach twisted.
Before I could respond, the phone buzzed violently in his hand.
More messages from the girls.
And…
A different buzz.
A different notification.
The unknown number.
Riley saw the second banner flash across the screen.
His expression changed.
Subtle.
Cold.
Sharp.
He turned toward me fully this time, his knee pressing against mine, his body angling in.
“Luna,” he said quietly.
