I set my book down, looking up at him. “What are you talking about?”
His phone shook in his hand. “Liam just sent me something—something that was sent to him.” He clenched his jaw. “Someone is messing with us.”
I stared at him for a long moment, then let out a soft laugh. “Messing with you, Ethan? You’ve been lying to me for years. Why would you assume someone else is the problem?”
His eyes darkened. “You think this is funny?”
I stood, walking toward him slowly. “No, Ethan. I think this is overdue.”
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