My phone vibrates violently against the marble counter, and when I glance down, my stomach flips. Chris. I hesitate for a second, still trying to catch my breath from everything that went down with Price. But I answer anyway. I don't know what is happening with me. After I had that interaction with Price , It's very awkward for me to even think of Chris. This is a very uncomfortable situation.
"Hello?"
His voice cuts through the line like a knife, low and tense.
"Did you mean it?"
I pause, startled by his bluntness. And I'm confused… what is going on?!
"Mean what?"
"What you said to Price. About us. About it being emotional. Kattie—did you mean it?"
His tone is desperate, almost wounded. And suddenly, I realize this isn't just about damage control anymore—this is real. Very real. But wait… is he losing with mind?
I take a deep breath, trying to steady the storm in my chest.
"Chris… I was trying to get under her skin. You know that. I had to make her believe the lie."
