Reagan's POV
"What did Nancy mean by her threat?" Sarah asked softly while we waited for our lunch to arrive.
Her voice was calm, but her eyes... those gentle, knowing eyes searched mine with quiet curiosity. I had prayed she wouldn't bring it up, that maybe after Georgia tended to her wounds, she would forget about it. But of course, Sarah wasn't the type to ignore things that didn't make sense.
My heart started to race, the air suddenly heavier around us, it's hard to breathe. I could feel the cold sweat forming at the back of my neck. God, I didn't want to lie to her. Not her. Not when all I wanted was to start this relationship on the right foot, honest and real.
But how could I tell her everything, when the truth could destroy the fragile peace we were trying to build?
