Page 70 of The Deception: Hercules Valentine and I

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow at eight a.m. I’ll pick you up. Goodbye, L… goodbye.”

I’m frowning when I say goodbye. I hate that I’m spending the rest of my day without him. I’m also thankful that he didn’t call me Lark.

I rewind our last conversation as best as I can. Although I do believe he brought my purse into his apartment from his car, I don’t think he checked my phone. I’m positive Hercules would say something if he saw something.

“Would he?”

Yes. He would.

So maybe he answered the call and Max smartly kept his mouth shut.Yep. That’s what happened.

I spring to my feet, smiling from ear to ear. Hercules and I are good. I pull my dress up and off over my head.

Whew—it’s chilly.

Smiling because I know Hercules and I are in a good place, I hurry over to turn up the heat.