Page 9 of Perfect Liar

But he didn’t say a word, not yet. He closed in, making me put my back against the brick. He put one of his hands on the wall beside my head and kept his other arm at his side, but his eyes warned me he would lift that arm to hold me there if I tried to move away.

His eyes. They never parted from mine.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“I told you my name at the pier.”

“Yes, your name, but why are you here?”

“I’m here on business…and to address a personal matter.”

“So you don’t live here?”

“I do not live here, nor do I intend to stay much longer.”

A smirk dominated his lips. That assuming smile made him even more handsome, and it almost unmade me.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my hips.

“Well, what kind of business?”

“Manhattan. Wall Street.”

“Oh. Why did you introduce yourself to me and then just walk away? What was the point?”

He shrugged his shoulder but never broke eye contact.

“I shouldn’t have.”

“You shouldn’t have introduced yourself or you shouldn’t have walked away?”

“I shouldn’t have done either one.”

“Will, are you the one who’s been following me?”

“Yes.”

No explanation. No regret or shame in his expression.

What the hell?

“But why? Why would you just follow me around?”

He leaned in until his face was next to mine. I swore his mouth touched my ear.

“It’s been longer than you know, Ellie,” he growled.

A gasp stuck in my throat, and he backed up a little.

“I had hoped your sister would fill you in,” he added.

“Fill me in on what? What does that even mean?”

He pushed hair away from my face.

“Don’t get upset with me.”

“Well, you’re making no sense, and I want answers.”