I’d never fallen harder for a guy than I did for Graham Prescott. The British hottie was like no other guy I’d ever met. And the attraction between us had been mutual and red-hot.
I’d have done and said almost anything to be with him. So I’d told him one harmless, little lie…
But it hadn’t been.
Harmless or little.
And that lie had nearly destroyed his life.
What the fuck is going on? Why isn’t she returning any of my calls? More important, why the hell did she bolt out of my apartment last night as if she’d been spooked?
Agitated, I glance at my phone for the tenth time since I sat down and opened my macroeconomics book.
Fifteen more minutes.
I should have skipped the damn class for all the attention I’m giving it. Which is why it takes me a few seconds to recognize the silence that has fallen around me.
My head jerks up with a start. Behind the lectern, Professor Lord regards me with the kind of interest he usually reserves for one of his hypothetical economic quandaries. “Collect your things. Someone would like to have a word with you outside.”
Instinctively I know it has something to do with Emily. Something that will explain what the hell is going on with her.
I quickly grab my notebook and textbook, and slide my mobile into my front pocket. Curious stares follow me as I make my way down the aisle toward the door. Professor Lord acknowledges my departure with a quiet nod.
In the hall, I pause when I first spot Mr. Feldman, my academic advisor. What is he doing here? But I freeze completely when my gaze lands on the police officer several feet to his right.
“Graham Prescott?” the officer asks briskly.
With a combination of shock and fear closing off my oxygen supply, I can only manage a nod.
He approaches me, his eyes cold and his mouth stretched in a hard, unforgiving line.
“I have a warrant for your arrest. Now turn around.”