Chapter 6

As Merrick drove back to his apartment by Lake Maren a few miles away, his thoughts were full of the angry tone and the tear-filled eyes Grant had when he confronted him.

I was a fool. I thought the kisses, the talk of the future, were real.

It wasn’t like he’d intended to hurt Grant. He’d just forgotten he had to keep the secret about his and Wyatt’s job. Grant had such an endearing smile and even the slightest touch from him raced through Merrick. A life with Grant would’ve been such a wonderful thing. He’d just forgotten it couldn’t be.

He hit his head against the seat as he let out a growl. It’d broken his heart to push Grant away after letting him get so close, but Grant never saw that, and sure wouldn’t now. It wouldn’t matter if Merrick had money or not. Grant only thought of him as an art thief and a liar.3