Page 72 of Carrying Your Lies


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Unfortunately, he climbs into the passenger seat before I can open my door. He waits for me to buckle myself in before he speaks. “Listen. Just hear me out.” He pauses. “I have proof.”

“Of what?”

“Of how crazy this man is!”

Xavier is many things, including a selfish bastard for avoiding me after screwing me, but I wouldn’t call him crazy. Knowing the only way out of this conversation is to let him ramble, I let him continue.

“I tried to look for some family or friends of his, but there was no one. Not a single person. His dad died a few years ago, and I couldn’t find his mum.”

I remember Xavier telling me his mum took her maiden name when she filed for divorce. I share this with Elliot; however, it doesn’t take a knock on his confidence.

“What about friends? How does someone like him not have friends?”

“He has Huxley.” When I stop at a red light, I give him a pointed stare. “Not having a group of friends isn’t a red flag. My only friend is Mia. Yours is Jordan. What’s your point there?”

“He’s a loner, Sav. I couldn’t find any other friends from school, college or university.”

“You’re going to have to do better than this.”

Elliot pinches the bridge of his nose. “What about a girlfriend?”

“I’m five minutes from my house and have dinner plans. Either make your point without the dramatics or get out.”

He unlocks his phone and shows me a picture of a blonde woman no older than her mid-twenties. “Her name is Caitlyn. They went to university together and graduated the same year. I found her social media accounts. She lives in the States; moved right after they broke up.”

A breath I didn’t realise I was holding is released. Part of me was scared he would say she was missing or dead. “What’s your point?”

Elliot punches my dashboard in frustration. “Theonlywoman he dates moves abroad after the breakup? That can’t be a coincidence. What did he do that made her move to another country?”

There could be a million reasons why she moved, or it could just be a coincidence.

Elliot takes my silence as a chance to continue fuelling me with doubts. “He owns a security company, right? Maybe he would stalk and harass her.”

I shake my head. “No. Xavier’s company was barely anything back then. He had only just started it. He didn’t have the means to stalk them.” Feeling more confident, I sit taller. “It’s just a coincidence.”

As I pull up outside my gate, Elliot takes my hand. His thumb brushes over my knuckles before giving my hand a squeeze. “You’re thinking with your heart, not your head. You’re smarter than this, Sav.Lookat what is right in front of you. Think about everything. You have no reason to trust me; I know that. I’ve let you down time and time again. But,please, trust me, Sav.”

He kisses my cheek before exiting my car, leaving me wondering if I’ve let my emotions cloud my judgement with Xavier.

As I read the numberplate on Huxley’s, now my Audi, my laughter erupts.

BLG 2HUX

“Belongs to Hux?” I laugh. “I think you’re missing a letter there, sunshine.”

He leans against the car. “I had to be creative.” He hands the keys to me. “It’s yours now.” His hands close over mine as I grab the keys from him. “It’syouthat belongs to me. Not the car,“ he mutters.

I lift my eyes to the house behind me at the hidden camera, watching our every move. Huxley gets the hint and takes a step back.

“It was great doing business with you. Next time, I’ll have to bet on your house.”

He blesses me with my favourite playful smile. “Just ask, and I’ll give you a key.”

“Savannah,” Xavier calls from behind, “I have some forms Dr. Roe needs you to sign.”

I don’t look at him, instead rolling my eyes at Huxley.

“I’m going to wash up,” he says, excusing himself. He walks past the two of us and into the house.

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