Amy had lied to him about hating their kiss, flat-out lied. He circled that realization, trying to come to grips with it and understand it. She had never been one to lie, not about something important. Little things, maybe, in the heat of anger or when she felt threatened. But never about something like this. He didn’t know how to confront her or if he even wanted to. She looked so damned scared, a trembling, heart-slamming scared. He wasn’t certain why. All along he’d been convinced it was the thought of sex that terrified her. Now he realized though her fears might center around that, they went far deeper, encompassing other issues as well, issues he hadn’t considered and that he might not even be capable of comprehending. As they neared her house, she turned on him. “I suppose you’re going to be the typical, arrogant male and insist I liked what you did back there.” Off balance, he stared down at her, not sure what to say. “You’ve never lied to me about anything important, Amy.
