My breath snagged, heart pole-vaulting into my throat. No. I didn’t. I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t have. “What did I say to you?” I whispered, panic winding up my neck like a vise. “Tell me, please.” “You told me that Morrison sucked in bed.” Chase paused, uncharacteristically hesitant. Time slowed as I held my breath, waiting for him to continue. “Specifically, that he didn’t go down, and that you faked it with him on the regular.”
