CORINNE
“Uh… good morning.” My voice came out a tad squeaky, betraying my attempt at composure as his intense gaze stayed on me.
I cleared my throat awkwardly when he didn’t look away. “Mr. Delacroix?”
He studied me for another second, then inclined his head a bit, as if he was trying to figure out who I was and for a moment I doubted whether I had seen the faint trace of threat in that look.
Then he looked down at where the twins were still holding onto my hands on both sides. His eyes stayed there for a moment longer than necessary before moving up and resting on the badge clipped to my sweater.
“Corinne Sterling,” he said, dragging the words out slowly. His gaze returned to mine and I felt a shiver run down my spine. “You wanted to see me.”
“Yes… yes,” I forced a small smil
