Anderson
Kate didn’t say a word as I gripped her wrist and guided her into the car. The door slammed shut behind her, and the silence was suffocating between us, only interrupted by the soft sound of the engine.
I turned to her, barely able to keep my voice calm.
“What the hell was that?”
Kate arched an eyebrow, her tone icy.
“What the hell was what?”
“Why are you answering my question with a question?” I snapped, leaning closer. “Are you familiar with Mr. Davis?”
Her gaze flickered, but she quickly composed herself.
“Mr. Davis?”
“Yes, Kate. Mr. Davis Elanzo.”
Her expression faltered for just a moment, a flash of something unguarded, but she recovered so quickly that I almost missed it. She shifted slightly, looking out the window.
“Why would you even ask me that?” she said,
