Night had settled fully over the house, the lights outside clicking on one by one. I lay curled against Lewis's side, neither of us having moved to clean up yet, the warmth between us still close and easy. His touch had been careful and unhurried the whole time always aware of the small life tucked just beneath the surface of things now.
I traced the line of his abs absently, a smile pulling at my mouth before I even decided to let it. "When did you find out about the Blackwells? And why didn't you tell me?"
His fingers moved through my hair in slow, familiar strokes. "We were right they were targeted by the organization. But the Blackwells are not unprepared people. They faked the deaths. All of them. The fewer people who knew, the safer everyone stayed. They didn't want to pull you into it, and after we parted ways on the island, they probably already had it planned. Sending Whitney away early was part of it getting her clear before anything happened."
