Riley flinched and backed away a step as Jack reached out to her. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”“Truth about . . . ?”Riley’s heart stalled. How many lies are there?“Abby’s death. That you were there when she was kidnapped.” She fought a wave of nausea. “And that you were a . . .”“Suspect?” Jack met her gaze, his expression somewhere between pain and defensiveness. “Is that the word you’re looking for?” His voice lowered. “Is that what this is about, Riley?”“You could have told me.” She hugged her elbows, beginning to tremble. “That first night at the River Walk and even after that. I told you . . . everything. You should have—”“Told you all the ugly details?” His tone was growing bitter. “Just what every woman wants to hear over dinner.”“Better than hearing it from my mother.”Oddly, something in Jack’s expression said that he wasn’t surprised.* * *Jack stayed quiet for a moment, telling himself not to get angry.
