back again.
“You two planned this?”
I placed the prepaid phone on the table.
“You’ve been talking to me all week.”
His eyes fixed on the phone.
“The messages?”
“Mine.”
Grant rubbed both hands over his face.
“Rachel, let me explain.”
“Please do.”
He opened his mouth but said nothing.
I placed the beach receipt beside the phone, followed by photographs from the resort and copies of his messages to Tessa.
“Start with the business conference.”
“It wasn’t what you think.”
“Was there a conference?” I asked.
“No.”
“Did you
