Are you going to tell him before or after dinner?
Noah stared at the phone. Tell him what? was the first thought in his head. The second being, Tell who what? Perhaps she had the wrong number. He was about to respond to her text telling her that when another text flashed onto the screen.
Remember to tell Noah it was my idea and not to blame you.
Confused, he stared down at the phone. It looked like his with the same black protective case and the same make and model. Then he remembered hed left his phone in his truck. This phone probably belonged to Rachel.
As he came to that conclusion, the meaning of the words made more sense. Landry was asking Rachel if shed told him something. Obviously it was something that he might not like, if she was looking to take the blame for it.
Now the phone had his full attention. Like a sleepwalker, he couldnt stop himself. He held the phone in both hands and slowly keyed, What should I tell him?
He knew it was wrong and that he was violating Rachels privacy by reading her text messages, but after all the lies hed been told and all the secrets he hadnt been a party to until now, he had a sinking feeling in his gut that this was going to be another one to add to the mounting list.
What could Rachel and Landry have done that was so bad hed get mad? Hed always thought of Rachel as someone he could trust, someone who wasnt a member of the family, who didnt have a stake in Reginalds will.
He almost set the phone aside, not wanting to have his faith in Rachel shattered. As he moved his hand to do that, another text popped up on the screen.
Be straightforward. Tell him about spying on him and why we did it.
A lead weight settled in the pit of Noahs belly.