Colder than I intended.
“That’s what you want to ask?”
“You’ve been spying on me?”
“Mark…” Rachel whispered.
He ignored her completely.
His eyes never left mine.
“Did you follow me?”
“No.”
“Then who took the picture?”
I pulled out the chair at the opposite end of the table and sat.
Apparently that was my place now.
“The hotel sent me a receipt.”
NEXT PAGE
Claire glanced
at Mark.
It lasted barely a second.
But I caught it.
And that was the first time I realized something important.
Claire didn’t know everything either.
Mark had been lying to both of us.
“The room was charged to our joint card,” I continued. “You told me you were meeting with a supplier.”
Mark shook his head immediately.
“That doesn’t prove anything.”
“I thought the same thing.”
He blinked.
Several guests shifted uncomfortably.
