Chapter 2

Softly, Jason asked, “How’d you unlock my phone?”

Rachel laughed. “You thought you were being slick changing the password, didn’t you?”

“How’d you guess it?” he pressed.

“From my birthday to your mother’s,” Rachel said. “Really? Like I’m not the one who mails her a card from us every year.”

His face fell, his shoulders hunched forward, and he seemed to…well, deflatesomehow. Rachel resisted the urge to go to him—yes, she loved him, fiercely. But she wasn’t about to let him get away with this.

Whatever thisturned out to be.

Jason stayed silent, but she could see uncertainty flickering across his face. She could almost hear his thoughts. Should I tell her the truth? Will she believe me? Will she get mad?

She wanted to laugh at that last one. Hell, she was already mad, who was she trying to kid? But if he were truthful, if he trusted her, she might surprise him with how forgiving she could be.

“EC,” she said. “What’s that stand for?”