“Lucy,” Austin’s voice was low, lethal, dragging her name like a warning through his teeth. His eyes burned into her, dark as midnight storms. “Explain. Now.”
Her fingers hovered inches from the phone, trembling but defiant. “It’s not what you think.”
“Not what I think?” His laugh was harsh, broken at the edges. “Greg is messaging you, the night before my board meeting, telling you he’ll see you tomorrow? Do you take me for a fool, Lucy?”
She straightened, fire flashing in her gaze even though her heart hammered against her ribs. “Don’t twist this. I told you last night, Greg is my past. He’s not my present. And he sure as hell won’t be my future.”
Austin stepped closer, closing the gap between them. His presence was suffocating, but her chin lifted higher. His hand came down on the ph
