Chapter 7
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Living with me had turned him into quite the breakfast chef.
And damn, was he good at it.
I padded over, wrapped my arms around him from behind, and nuzzled between his shoulder blades.
"What's with the kitten act so early in the morning?"
He twisted around to plant a quick kiss on my lips.
After the kiss, he studied my face, his expression suddenly serious.
Finally, he spoke, his voice measured.
"Sophie, if someone lied to you—for a good reason—could you forgive them?"
James had a habit of dropping philosophical bombs out of nowhere.
This was a doozy.
I blinked, caught off guard.
"Are you hiding something from me?"
I grabbed his tie, yanking him down to my eye level.
Our eyes locked, and I saw my own reflection in his pupils.
But behind that, there was something cloudy, something hidden.
My gut screamed that he was keeping secrets.
"No, honey."
...
James smiled that disarming smile and leaned down for another kiss.
In that moment, he reminded me of the big bad wolf.
A wolf with secrets.
