ROOSEVELT’S POV

"If you don't show up, Roosevelt, I might just accidentally leak this beautiful secret to the press."

The threat hung in the air.

I closed my eyes. My hand gripped the phone so tightly that my fingers ached. I thought about Lorna. I could picture the cameras flashing in her face and the reporters screaming questions about her father.

"Text me the address," I whispered. "I will be there at noon."

I hung up and dropped the phone onto my desk.

"Rose?" Nixie asked, stepping closer, her face was pale. "What did he say?"

"He knows," I said, my voice hollow. "Mateo knows I am still legally married...