ALEXANDER
I asked Kat if she was okay, and she pushed herself to her feet and turned away from me, her arms folding around her middle without a word. It wasn’t until I stepped in front of her, blocking her view of the window, that she finally spoke.
“Yes,” she said thinly. “I’m fine.” She still didn’t look at me. “I’m sorry,” she added quickly. “I just… remembered something. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
I nodded, but I didn’t believe her. Her face had changed the exact moment I mentioned Greyson’s inability to have children, like I’d said something she hadn't known. But she had to have known; otherwise, how else would Greyson have had her agree to sleep with me?
Unless—
The thought hit me hard, but again I said it couldn't be, even as I entertained it. Could she have truly not known?
