Page 99 of The Game We Played

“Phew.” She checks the time. “We need to get going. The tour starts in fifteen minutes. I don’t want to be the last to arrive. The last to arrive has to bring up the rear of the tour. The ghost loves the people at the back.”

I chuckle. She seriously believes a ghost haunts the bank. “Let’s go.” I usher her toward the door but stop when I realize she isn’t wearing shoes. “Did you forget something?”

She wags her phone at me. “I don’t need a purse. I have my phone.”

I nod to her feet. “You probably shouldn’t go barefoot when being chased by a ghost.”

She glances down and giggles. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?”

“Yep. My brain goes offline when you’re around.”

I puff out my chest. “You’re welcome.”

“Charmer. I’ll be right back.” She slaps her phone into my hand.

Her phone dings. “You got a message!” I holler after her.

“Who’s it from?”

I glance at the display. “Sam. Who’s Sam?”

She returns to the living room with her sandals in her hand. “Found them.”

“Alaia, who’s Sam?”

She scowls. “Your agent.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Why are you in touch with my agent?”

“Because your agent is an asshole.”

I growl. “Don’t avoid the question. Why are you in touch with Sam?”

She blows out a breath. “He contacted me.”

My eyes narrow. “He contacted you? Why the hell would my agent contact you?”

“I told you. Because he’s an asshole.”

“I cannot believe you.”

Her brow wrinkles. “What do you mean? Sam is an asshole.”

I know Sam’s an asshole. I also know she’s avoiding answering me. Which can only mean one thing.

“You couldn’t handle not knowing, could you?”

“Not knowing what?”

I grit my teeth. “I should have known better. I should have known you’d reach out to Sam to find out my secret. You can’t handle not knowing everyone’s secrets. Fucking journalists.”

“Hey! Hold on a second. I didn’t contact Sam. He contacted me.”

I snort. “Sure, he did.”

“I’m serious, Tanner. Sam reached out to me. Not the other way around.”