‘I saw what you were doing.’ She cocks a perfectly plucked eyebrow, then glances at Rebekka. ‘You’ll get yourself in trouble, Baby Beckett.’ She elbows my ribs playfully. ‘Only if I get caught.’ I wink again, and she chuckles, assuming I’m joking. I am joking, aren’t I? I laugh it off, but the truth is, I want Rebekka so badly it carves me open. Guilt sluices through my stomach.
