CHAPTER 7

Reece washed his hands, then splashed cool water on his face, trying like hell to push away the guilt eating at his conscience. He dried the dampness from his skin with a paper towel and shoved his fingers through his hair in a paltry attempt to tame his unruly morning hair.

Amara believed he was her fiancé.

When the nurse had made that announcement, he'd witnessed Amara's surprised expression and had held his breath, waiting for her to ask him if it was true. Much to his relief, she didn't question it, which saved him from outright lying to Amara's face.

For now…

Bracing his hands on the edge of the sink, Reece stared at his reflection in the restroom mirror, noting the lines of exhaustion at the corners of his eyes.

Undoubtedly, he was lying by omission, because he planned to use the ‘fiancé’ pretense to his advantage, to remain as close to her as possible so he could protect her until he nailed the source of her fears the