She forced a smile, sat, and looked down at the menu without really seeing it. "Thanks," she muttered, her voice too tight.
Yet James didn't seem to feel a thing out of place, for which he sat back down and picked up his glass of wine. "So, what's on your mind?" he asked casually, taking a sip. "You sounded a little... off earlier. Everything okay?
She bit her lip and clung to the edge of the table, trying to work out how she was going to approach the subject.
She really didn't want to believe Grace, but if what she'd found out was true, Kendra needed to confront James head-on.
"I've been hearing some things about you, James," Kendra said slowly, her voice not betraying the turmoil now brewing in her body. "Things about your business. About how you have been involved in some questiona
