I do want to be honest, but I can't share it with her. Not until I know for sure, and then only if Lyndall wants to share she's not my biological sister, but Lola's.
So, I take her hand.
"I promise, Lola, there are and will be no more secrets."
Chapter Fifteen
LOLA
No more secrets.
The words flow through me, sweet and bitter at the same time.
Like I want to believe him desperately. And a part of me does, as it bounces around, making me light enough to float away.
But something heavy sits in me, and it isn't the future baby. Or maybe it is. But this weight keeps me grounded, the edge of bitter there.
Shit. Itisthe baby.
Future baby.
Whatever.
I can feel it in my bones that it'll be okay, that it's strong, as it builds into something I'll hold in my arms, something we'll both hold.
My future child.
I breathe in, and the air is intoxicating, warm for this time of year, like even the weather wants us to take a leap of faith and see where this goes.
I'm hoping it's going to go to a place with a real future.
He's hoping to see what happens next, and we're both basing this on the information revealed to us.
It makes me think.
Because I didn't have all his reasons, I put heavy blame and accusations at his feet. I'm not saying stalking me is right, but it's not like I didn't find it titillating when I thought Alex was watching.
And now, aren't I doing the same by not telling him about the baby?
The waiter comes to clear the plates, and Enzo gets another drink as he listens to the options.
It seems that every dish is something I can eat, no soft cheeses or raw meat. No mussels or oysters or anything like that. And the fact the waiter is telling us what the dish has tells me Lyndall laid down rules.
Half of me listens. But the other half...
It's still on Enzo's words and my own small dilemma.
I'm a hypocrite.
I want honesty from this man, but I'm not giving the same in return.
And I can't work out why.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks, at the exact moment he catches my eye and smiles slowly. That smile that can hook and reel in anything, including my wayward and stupid heart.
My entire being throbs.
He has power. That's why I haven't told him yet. Power to bend someone to his will through a natural charm that doesn't need to be wrapped up in expense. And it's aimed at me.
