Chapter 6
Lexi stayed where she was, heart hammering.
He knew. Oh Dios, he knew. Or at the very least suspected.
She shouldn’t have said anything. Or she should’ve made something up to put him off. But she’d been so struck by the shot, by the look on her own face. Because no one but Zach could have taken that picture. And she’d wondered, for the briefest of moments, whether he felt something, too.
A braver woman would have faced him. Would have put the question right on out there, just to let the pressure of not knowing dissipate. But once it was voiced, there was no taking it back. An axe blade hovered over the thin barrier between keeping things as they’d always been and possible disaster. If it fell, who knew where the pieces would land?
Lexi wasn’t brave. Not when it came to him.
