Chapter 42: Pretending

"Edie?" Rafe calls.

I hurry away from the back door. "I'm here!"

After a quick glance around, I grab a glass from the cabinet and start to fill it up at the sink, pretending I only came in here for a drink, not to snoop around. If I hadn't gotten the creeps, I might still have been in Rafe's office when he came in. Guilt makes my stomach twist and turn, but I still have every intention of finding out what was in that book, one way or another.

You could just ask him, I think. But after our conversation on the beach this morning, when he got upset at me simply for researching him, I have a feeling that won't end well. If anything, I'm afraid it will decrease my chances of learning the truth - if Rafe has something to hide from me, I suspect the book would disappear before I had the chance to look in it again.

I hear him enter the room behind me, feel the familiar, pleasurable rush of sensation down my back. How is it that no matter how many questions or doubts I have about him, my bo