Olivia's POV
A whisper of dread sunk into the back of my stomach. I wondered if Derek could see right through me; could he see the secrets I was desperate to keep?
What if he’s already figured it out? What if all of this – dinner, the charm, even the rented-out restaurant – was to corner me and expose everything?
Shit, I can add paranoia to my personality traits now, I thought.
If Derek suspected anything, he kept it well-hidden. I felt no deception, just the smallest amount of curiosity, and even then, it was hard to tell.
I forced a smile, pulling myself together. I needed to put any doubts about me and Ethan to rest. My voice softened, taking on a dreamy quality, like I was reminiscing about a love too perfect to be real.
“Ethan is… everything I could ask for,” I said, adding
