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

you,” she said, pushing my hands away.
    “Ah, so smart women put their trust in men like your fiancé, is that it?”
    It would destroy her when I dropped the bomb later, especially if I forced her to admit how trustworthy she believed he was. She would curse herself for being a fool, and she’d be even more humiliated because I knew. If I were smart, I’d back off, but her assumptions about me hurt. I was the one who’d been faithful to her. He was the one who’d cheated.
    “Yes.” She picked up a small purse from a hook by the door. “That’s exactly why I intend to marry him. So whatever plans you have of seducing me tonight, you can forget it. It’s not going to work.”
    By the end of the night, she’d be sobbing in my arms, cursing her own stupidity. But I wouldn’t take any pleasure in knowing I was right. I didn’t want to see her hurt, not even if it meant I could look like the hero who’d saved her from a miserable marriage. I waited in silence as she locked the door, then I led her to the parking lot. I didn’t try touching her again. I knew she wouldn’t appreciate it. This was her town, her people, and most knew she was engaged to the illustrious district attorney. We were supposed to have a business dinner, so I had to play along, at least for now.
    She stopped short, a gasp slipping past her lips. “Oh my God. Is that your car?”
    I couldn’t help but smile at her reaction to the new yellow Ferrari I’d purchased that afternoon. Handing her the keys, I asked, “You wanna take it for a spin?”
    “But…” She looked from me to the keys. “Why would you buy a car? Why not just use a limo service or rent a car?”
    “Because I intend to spend a lot more time here now that I have reason to.”
    Her breath hitched as her hand curled around the keys. “You have reason to?”
    “Your father and I reached a deal on the buildings.”
    “My office building? My apartment building?” Her words came out in a high-pitched screech before she reined herself in. “You can’t be serious.”
    “Deadly serious.” I turned into her, using my body to block her from the wind that was kicking up dust and debris. “I told you, I get what I want, Maura. I want you.”
    She closed her eyes before looking at me. “This is crazy. You’re only interested in me because you can’t have me. The novelty will wear off, and you’ll be stuck with buildings you don’t really want. You can’t spend millions of dollars on real estate on a whim. It doesn’t make any sense. You’re not being rational.”
    She had no idea how many hours I’d spent thinking about her, especially when I was lying on a cot in a jail cell. Memories of her had made me smile even though they were tainted with the knowledge that she believed I could hurt her. My best memories were the times I’d spent with her. She was the first and only woman I’d ever loved, and even though I had believed I could keep a safe distance from her emotionally, it was proving difficult.
    “I can afford to spend millions on a whim,” I argued. “Besides, these buildings are a good investment. The return is good. I know what I’m doing.”
    Shaking her head and looking rueful, she said, “I know you do. You didn’t get where you are being stupid or impulsive. It just doesn’t make any sense. I can’t figure out why you’re doing all this.”
    I was dying to touch her, to pull her close and immerse myself in her. But I couldn’t. Not yet. “I’m doing it because I want to. Because I can.” I smiled. “That’s one of the fun things about being obscenely wealthy.”
    She rolled her eyes. “I’ll have to take your word for that.”
    I wanted to tell her that everything I had could be hers one day, but I bit my tongue. Where the hell had that thought come from? I wasn’t really considering a future with her, was I?
    Walking to the car, I opened the driver’s door for her, gesturing for her to climb in.
    “Are you sure?” she asked,