Catherine stepped forward.
I stepped back.
Her heel scraped against the tile.
My shoulder hit the edge of a shelf.
We both paused.
She smiled again. "I heard about your new studio. Thought I'd stop in and congratulate you."
"Consider it received. Door's that way."
"I've been walking for hours. Can't I just rest my legs here for a while longer?"
"What, Rhys can't get you a driver? A nanny? By the way, why are you waddling around in the dead of winter with a baby bump?"
She stopped walking.
Her chin dipped.
Two tears slid down her face.
"I didn't come here to fight," she whispered. "Why are you being so hostile?"
"I wasn't. Don't twist it. I just think it's weird you're out here dragging your pregnant arse across town. I don't have water. I don't have
