Page 65 of Shadow Of Sin

She’s keeping score too.

We work in silence for the next twenty minutes. It’s the kind of silence that used to be comfortable, but now is loaded with so much tension that I can hear my own pulse pound between my ears.

“You’re watching me,” she says without looking up.

“I’m not.”

“Your typing stopped eleven seconds ago. Either you’re watching or you fell asleep sitting up.”

“I was thinking.”

“About what?”

“You know about what.”

She slowly turns to look at me. “Wolfe.”

“Eva.”

“We’re at your family’s house.”

“I’m aware.”

“Your brothers are down the hall.”

She holds my gaze. “Whatever’s happening here, it can’t happen here.”

“Nothing’s happening.”

“Your pupils are dilated.”

“How can you tell from four feet away?”

“Because I’ve been looking.”

My pulse beats harder. She’s been watching me the same way I’ve been watching her, except she’s better at hiding it because Eva’s been hiding things her entire adult life.

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay what?”

“Okay, nothing’s happening here.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

We turn back to our screens. The silence is deafening now. My thumb taps against my thigh, and I don’t even try to stop it.

Eva takes a break around three to call Sal. She paces in front of the front steps, her phone pressed to her ear, a smile stretching across her face at something he said. The afternoon sunlight catches her dark hair, making it shine, and my brain takes a screenshot without my permission.

Sixty-three screenshots since the gala. I’ve stopped pretending that number is any bit normal.

She comes back inside, still smiling. “Sal says hi. He wants you to come by for the new pasta he’s testing.”

“Tell him I’ll be there.”

“You don’t even know when.”