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“Eventually, he’s going to find out about us.”
“I know.”
“Tell him.”
It’s not a challenge or a dare. He’s as calm as he always is. But I sense underlying tension. “I don’t think that’s wise. Your entire family will... explode.”
“My family exploded a long time ago. Nothing we do will make it worse or better.”
“I want more time with you.” My voice holds a pleading tone.
“You have it.”
“Time without family drama.”
“It will never happen.”
“It’s happening right now. I want it to stay like this.”
He’s quiet for several moments, thinking it over. “Tell him, Mila. Tell him everything. Diffuse the situation.”
“I don’t want to.” Am I hurting him by keeping us a secret? We haven’t necessarily been careful or secretive. We just haven’t announced it to Ryker and Debra.
“Why?”
“It’s our secret. And I like it that way.”
“What are you worried about?”
“Once they know about us, I’m scared it will somehow ruin us.”
“Never in a million years. I won’t let them.”
My chest rises and falls. I want to run to him and throw my arms around him. Hold him close, never let him go. If I hang on tight enough, I won’t be able to lose him. Is he underestimating his crazy family?
I think he is.
“Are you scared to tell him?” he asks.
“No. And I don’t think I owe it to him, either.”
Zane looks down at his hands. “Okay. Fair enough.”
I know I need to say more. “As long as we’re both living in Ryker’s home, it’s weird that I’m seeing you. It makes me feel like Ryker and Debra have a say in our lives—and I don’t want them to have that kind of power over us.”
He nods slowly. “Well said.”
“Are you upset with me?”
“Nope.” He grabs the remote and switches the TV to a music station. An instrumental version ofUnchained Melodyfills the air.
He walks toward me, exaggerating each step, making me wait when I’m anxious to be in his arms. “If Ryker and Debra are going to mess with us, and make no mistake, they will mess with us, then I’m going to take advantage of every moment I have with you while I have it,” he says softly.
He takes me in his arms and holds me close as we begin to sway to the music. “They can’t touch us,” I say vehemently.
“They can and they will. Expect it.”
“Don’t say that. We won’t let them.”
