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“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s happening,” I plead once we step inside the house.

“Sit.” The tip of his gun points toward a chair in the living room.

Once he’s satisfied I’ll stay, he heads to what I’m assuming is the kitchen. Pots and pans bang erratically, making me jump inmy seat. Why is he doing this? Why is he so angry? Is it because I turned down his job offer? This is insane!

We’ve met up randomly over the years, but he’s never indicated he wanted some sort of loyalty from me. The only thing he’s ever asked is that we keep our hookups between the two of us. Maybe he knows I told someone. But how could that be?

Almost an hour passes before he drags out a kitchen chair, flips it backward and straddles it in front of me. “Did you tell someone about us?”

“What?”

He can’t know that I told JD and Elizabeth. There is no way.

“It’s a simple question, Lexie.”

“No. Of course not.”

He rests his arms over the back of the chair, his brows pulling together. “It must have been one of the others,” he says quietly to himself.

Others?

“You didn’t think you were the only one, did you?”

“No.” I’m not stupid. I’m sure he’s had affairs with other women.I’m so confused.“Graham, I would never tell your wife about us.”

He runs his hands through his hair, messing it up. It’s so strange. I’ve never seen him so frazzled. He’s always so put together.

“That’s not who they told.”

I give up.“Who else would they have told?”

“The police, Lexie. The fucking police.”

“The police?”

He drops his forehead to the back of the chair. “My attorney called me late last night. There’s a warrant out for my arrest.”

“What? For what?”

He lifts his head, and his gaze finally softens. It’s the same look he gave me in the beginning. Back when simple things made him happy.

“You’re so innocent,” he whispers.

“I’m not innocent.” I’m the furthest thing from it.

“But you are.” He reaches out to trace a finger down the side of my face. “I’m sorry I thought it was you.” His brows pull together, and his hand falls away. “You’d been spending so much time with those bikers. I thought maybe …”

“I’m so confused, Graham. You’re not making any sense.”

His phone vibrates, and he quickly pulls it from his pocket. “Fuck! Something triggered my cameras.” His eyes bounce over his screen. “We have a visitor.”

He gives me an angry glare before grabbing me by my arm and marching me into a bedroom with no windows and locking me in.

“Graham, please. Tell me what is happening!” My fists bang on the door for a few seconds until I give up in a fit of tears on the floor.

Not even thirty minutes later the door opens, and my world comes crashing down around me.

Chapter Thirty-Three