He narrowed his eyes but relented and dropped his hand from your chin. “Fine. Someone should at least know who you are – for the funeral,” he said dryly. “Will you finally open up to me?” he asked.
“I’m an open book,” you agreed. Except you weren’t. And he was clever enough to ask all the right questions to expose your knowledge. Tommy raised an eyebrow at your words but gestured for you to lead. You eyed John and Arthur before throwing caution to the wind.
[Wild Pet Found]