Chapter 7: Brakes

"Looking for me?"

I spun so fast the robe came open.

Cade stood in the hall behind me with a glass of water in one hand.

He wore only the sweatpants, and his eyes were sleepy and perfectly awake at once.

"The safe was open," I said.

"I know. I opened it."

My heart was a drum.

"Couldn't sleep," he said. "Sometimes I come down and look at what's in there."

He walked past me into the study and the light fell on his bare back.

On the second shelf of the safe, between a stack of cash and a velvet box, sat a black leather notebook.

It was about the size of a paperback.

It looked ordinary.

It looked like the thing that would end me.

"It's not much," Cade said, following my eyes.

I made my face blank.

It was the hardest thing I had ever done.

"What's in it?"

"Things I should have burned."

He shut the door and spun the dial with his back to me, so I couldn't see his hand.

"Come back to bed, Sorcha."

I went.

I lay awake in the dark with his arm around my waist and my thoughts running in circles.

He knew.

He couldn't know, or he'd have thrown me out.

Monday morning he insisted on driving me to the flower shop himself, because of the man with the camera.

His ribs hurt too much to grip the wheel, so I took the keys to the black Audi.

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