Mallory sat, then took a sip of her beer. Trey's gaze never left hers. She eased out a deep, fortifying breath. “I wasn't in the hospital recovering from what the organization told you."
Mallory let the words sink in. Trey hadn't flinched.
His cell phone rang and the moment was gone. “Let it go to voicemail," she said. He didn't.
She didn't feel any relief. She still had to wait for that other shoe to drop when she would find out how he felt. Her secret would be out.
He murmured, his eyes on her.
Then he flipped the phone closed, put it in the middle of the table. “That was Stone." His head perked up as if listening. “Something's up."
“What?" she asked, her attention diverted.
“Sh." He c****d his head. “Don't know, but this means we need to move. Right now."
His hand yanked her off
