I shook my head.
“I think you’re behaving like an idiot.”
Several people gasped.
Logan’s smile disappeared.
Grant actually laughed.
Not because it was funny.
Because he was enjoying himself.
“There she is,” he said.
I looked at him.
“What?”
“The real Claire.”
I felt something cold settle in my stomach.
He knew more than he should.
Or thought he did.
I had met Grant only a handful of times.
He’d asked questions.
Where did I work?
Where had I lived before Colorado?
Why did I move here?
I had given him polite answers.
Nothing more.
Apparently, he had been curious.
“You’ve been watching me,” I said.
Grant shrugged.
“It’s a neighborhood.”
“No.”
I looked at his phone.
“You’ve been watching me.”
His smile disappeared.
Logan glanced between us.
“What are you talking about?”
“Nothing,” Grant said.
I didn’t believe him.
And suddenly, neither did Logan.
