“That’s three months away.”
“I like to plan really early.”
“Let me hear it then.”
“And privately.”
“And your own home isn’t...private?”
“Eric has friends over.”
“I see.”
H-He did? For real? Well, now...her lying skills were finally improving—
“Do you really think I’m buying that?”
Or not.
“What are you really doing here, Payton?”
After their...their conversation this morning, and having caught her lying now, Niccolò had every right to kick her out. He could even be petty and get security involved, and she still wouldn’t have held it against him.
But instead...
Instead he was talking to her in such a gentle voice, and that...
That was what had her defensive walls crumbling, and the truth just tumbled out.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
Because you would never believe me.”
“How would you know if you haven’t tried?”
I was murdered. Reborn. Murdered again. Reborn again.
Yes, she could totally see how he’d take that. But since Niccolò was right, and she still owed him an explanation for being here at this time of the night—
“You were right earlier.” She couldn’t quite meet his eyes as she said this. “We have problems at home.”
The silence that followed had her slowly peeking at Niccolò’s expression.
Oh.
Her heart was starting to ache again.
Because the look in his eyes was telling her...
He would rather have heard her say something else...even if it meant he was wrong.
Because what hurt her...hurt him, too.
“Use the company card—”
She was already shaking her head. “I can’t.”