““What’s been bugging you, Remi?” My chest rose and I took a deep breath. “I—I have a theory about London on why you never answered my texts.” His hand stilled. “Oh?” I swallowed, staring down at my hands. At my ring. “It’s—it’s because you did come back with breakfast but you saw me with Hartford when the door was open or you heard him through the door. You left—because you were hurt.” My voice cracked at the end. God, I was taking such a chance here. What if I was wrong?””