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me.” Jane stumbled over her words as her phone vibrated in her hand again.
    Nana’s picture popped up on her screen. Her throat constricted and her stomach lurched as alarm filled her. Their weekly call wasn’t for two more days, and her papa’s health was not as good as she’d like it to be.
    “I’m sorry. I have to take this,” Jane apologized before she answered. “Hi. Is everything okay?”
    “Hey there, bunny,” her nana enthused.
    “Hi,” Jane repeated. “Is everything okay?”
    “Everything’s fine. Your papa and I just wanted to call and let you know we won’t be able to have our call on Monday.”
    “Oh.” Jane’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Okay.”
    “Did I interrupt you? Is this a bad time?” she asked.
    “Oh, no. I’m just…at lunch.” The heat from Adam’s ocean blue gaze warmed Jane’s cheeks.
    “You didn’t bring your lunch?” Nana sounded shocked. That was understandable. Jane was a creature of habit, and her grandparents knew that.
    “No. I went out to lunch.”
    “Alone?” her papa’s voice came over the line.
    Great. She was on speaker.
    “You went to lunch alone. Are you sure that’s safe?” Concern was rising in her grandpa’s voice.
    The last thing she wanted was for her impromptu lunch excursion to cause his blood pressure to rise. “No, I’m not alone. I’m with…”
    Her heart started beating faster. She didn’t want to say who she was with. Then her grandparents would think…
    “Adam,” Adam slowly mouthed with a whisper, as if she’d forgotten his name.
    Yeah, that would never happen.
    A nervous giggle—yes, a giggle—rose up in Jane’s throat as she repeated, “Adam.”
    Guilt washed over her as soon as the word had left her mouth. She knew she was perpetuating the lie she’d told earlier in the week. And that was not okay.
    “It’s a work lunch,” she added lamely.
    “Ooooooooh Adam!” her nana squealed.
    Jane crossed her fingers, toes, and eyes that her high-pitched voice hadn’t carried and Adam hadn’t heard.
    “We’ll let you go then, bunny. And remember, no call this week. Love you.”
    “Okay. Love you,” Jane said, but it was to no one. Her grandparents had disconnected the call.
    Setting the phone down, she reminded herself that this was why she didn’t lie. This sick-to-her-stomach feeling. This horrible sinking sensation in her gut.
    “Everything okay?” Adam’s brow rose.
    Realizing she probably looked like she was about to be ill—because she was —she relaxed her face and smiled. “Yep.”
    The intense, blue-eyed stare that searched hers made her wonder if there was any truth to the rumors that he was some kind of spy. His stare felt part lie detector, part mental interrogator. Jane tried to clear her mind of the fact that she told her grandparents that she was seeing Adam. She felt like, somehow, in some way, if she was thinking about it, he would know.
    Was telepathy a real thing? Just as Jane was trying to search her mental database for any research or technological developments in the mind-reading field, Adam asked her a question that came from so far out of left field that it was more like from the parking lot.
    “Was that your boyfriend?” He grinned slightly, all concern gone.
    “Was who my boyfriend?” she asked a little breathlessly.
    Did he know? Had she given herself away? Had her nana’s reaction put him on the trail that led up Liar’s Mountain and straight to Fake-Boyfriend Lookout?
    Adam’s eyes dropped to the phone she was holding in her hand. Following his gaze, she realized that the paranoia she’d developed over the past couple of weeks was back in full effect.
    Jane opened her mouth to explain, but before she could help it, she was making a play for Guinness Book of World Records for Oversharing. “Oh, no. That was my grandparents. They live in Florida. They thought I was eating alone. That’s why I said your name. I mean, that I was eating with you. So they’d know that I