Rachel's POV
I went silent for a couple of minutes, he couldn’t be talking to me like that, could he?
Now, I was furious with him.
Who did he think he was? He'd walked into my office uninvited, past my staff, past every boundary I'd made clear, and now he was standing in front of my desk asking me to account for what I believed about him, as if my conclusions were the problem, as if two years of my life were something he got to cross-examine.
If I wanted to be put on the stand, then I would go to court.
I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, when a thought stopped me.
It wasn’t sympathy or that I was growing soft, the memory of Levi’s words in the car last night when he told me it wasn’t Vincent.
I closed my mouth and looked at the man across my desk. Vincent stood with hi
