“Swear it,” she said, her tone unwavering and her gaze hard. That was my girl. Any softness was always tempered with steel and she might have been back here, might have wanted to hold me close and kiss away the hurt of this, but she was still angry as all hell with me and I knew I deserved it. “You don’t trust me?” I asked. “After finding out you’ve been lying to me throughout our entire relationship? Strangely, no, I don’t.”
