And he’s right.
It’s not normal for maps to be left out overnight. I hadn’t noticed before the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I ducked my head outside to see why I was suddenly freaking out as soon as I got in the building.
“You know the code,” I remind him. “I don’t know how you keep knowing the code, but you know the code. Soyoucould’ve been in here causing problems.”
“I haven’t been here since Saturday.”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
Dammit.
Heat floods my face. I’m fake marrying him, and I don’t know if I can trust him. He’s doing me a favor, and I’m calling him suspicious.
Am I overreacting?
Stop it, Sloane, I order myself.You have every right to be suspicious. Including about why a guy like Davis would even agree to pretend to be your fiancé.
And don’t tell me it was because he wanted a favor.
He could’ve asked a favor from anyone in town. Or he could’ve snuck into Pop’s house the same way he snuck into my museum and gotten it for himself.
But he didn’t.
He asked me to get involved with him.
So yes, I’ll continue to be suspicious about what else he’s getting out of fake marrying me.
He watches me like he knows every thought flitting through my mind.
And then he shrugs. “You don’t know that you can trust me.”
Dammit.
Dammit.
That weirdly makes me trust him more.
And also less.
He shifts his gaze to take in the workroom again. The coffee spill and broken mug from Saturday have been cleaned. The wide filing cabinet has been repaired. Aside from some marring on the metal, there’s no sign left that anything went wrong in here the other day.
“You know everything in here,” he says.
Ah.
It’s about the treasure hunt again. Of course. “Maybe.”
“More than anyone else in Shipwreck.”
“Not more than the Rocks do. They know everything.”
“You know things you probably don’t realize you know.”
“Like what?”
Instead of answering, he crosses the room to study one of the two old maps that we haven’t put out on display and which shouldn’t have been left out overnight.
It’s old—oldold—and crumbling at the edges.
