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Sweat slicked her skin

‘Didn’t you give him a middle name?’

That hen she realised Javier already knew He already knew Luke was his Terror transfixed her How long had he known and what had he planned? Because he clearly had so into her shop was no moment of chance She had no idea what to do or say in response—all she kneas that she couldn’t trust his handsoe

‘Lucero Raht?’ Javier confirentle accuracy

‘You’ve seen his birth certificate?’ Her voice barely sounded

‘You left the father’s name blank’

How had he seen that certificate? How long had he been here?

‘Emerald?’ he prompted

‘For good reason,’ she tossed back on a rush of adrenalin and anger ‘I’m not sure who the father is’

‘Are you not?’ He cocked his head ‘Emmy, we both know the dates fit I was your first lover and you’ve even named him after me’

Heat surged ‘I named him after the man who lied tobut a lie—a fake persona from some entitled sociopath You’re not him’

He was nothing like the , carefree yet caring Javier Torres was none of those things

For a long ed his pupils so much that the black-coffee core almost obliterated the cocoa-coloured iris completely

‘What’s my na whisper

Too late she realised she’d given herself away Now he knew that she knew he’d lied to her She straightened, deterrey in this mess, he was the worst liar between them? And even if he wasn’t, she had to be completely honest now ‘Javier Torres’