Truth or Dare (Liar Liar #2) Read Online Free Page A

out, she would never forgive me. But wasn’t that what I wanted, for the truth to come out so I could clear my name and reunite with my family before it was too late? My parents weren’t getting any younger. I couldn’t let them go to their graves believing their son was a fugitive.
    “I’m sorry,” she said when I didn’t respond. “I shouldn’t have said that. I was just teasing.”
    “I know you were.” I beckoned her with one finger. “Come here.” Opening my legs, I made room for her to step between them. “I’m glad you agreed to go out with me tonight. I really needed to spend time with you.” Locking my hands around her waist, I breathed in her scent. It was delicious—light and fresh with just the right mix of spice.
    “It’s not like you gave me much choice.”
    I met her eyes. I didn’t blink or breathe. I just recalled every amazing moment we’d spent together in our previous life. I heard her laughter as I tickled her into submission. I felt the warmth of her lips on mine when she woke me. I remembered her hand in mine, her head on my shoulder, and most importantly, I remembered the way I felt the first time she told me she loved me.
    “What are you thinking?” she whispered.
    “Once in a lifetime, if we’re lucky, we meet someone who changes us.”
    She wrapped her hands around my biceps. “I don’t think we should be—”
    “Meeting you changed me.” I focused on her lips, waiting for her protest, but it didn’t come. “I had a plan.” I considered all of my plans, those realized and those in the works. “I’d build my business, make a name for myself, make a lot of money, earn respect, and then maybe find someone to share it with.”
    “It seems you’ve accomplished most of your goals,” she said, looking uneasy.
    “Most, but not all.”
    Truthfully, the idea of marriage and kids was a notion I hadn’t given much thought to. Family was an abstract concept, and monogamy was for other people. Love was for the weak. But I felt something for her, something dangerously familiar. My feelings for her had destroyed me once. Could I really risk loving her again? Having her in my life and sharing my bed was one thing, but giving her my heart, giving her that kind of power over me? Was I crazy to even consider it?
    “Perhaps we could talk about this over dinner,” she suggested, stepping out of my arms. “Did you make a reservation?”
    I followed her to the foyer, my eyes traveling to the small desk where she kept her mail. Her laptop and wireless printer were also set up there. That was when I saw it: a picture of us. A reporter must have taken it the night of the anniversary party and posted it online.
    I picked up the print-out, staring at the image. We were engrossed in conversation, and the way I was looking at her… my stomach turned. I knew that look. It was the same way I’d looked at her before. My coworkers used to joke that I looked like a lovesick puppy whenever she was around, and I suspected they were right. That photo proved that nothing had changed.
    She turned to me, her eyes traveling to the image in my hand. “Oh, I guess I forgot—”
    “Why did you print this?” I asked. “Why did you want this?”
    “I don’t know.” She reached for it, but I held it just out of her grasp. “I thought it would be a good promotional piece, I guess. It would prove that someone like you had trusted me with—”
    “You’re lying.” I tossed her words back at her, and I could tell they’d stung her as much as they had me. “You printed this because you wanted to remember that night, or because you couldn’t forget it any more than I could.”
    “You’re reading too much into this,” she said, reaching for the picture.
    I grabbed her shoulders. “Why are you so determined to live in denial? Why can’t you take a chance and have faith that you might wind up a hell of a lot happier than you are right now?”
    “Smart women don’t put their faith in men like