PASCAL
“I won’t go back on our agreement,” I said, my fingers tapping absently on the armrest of the car seat. “But that doesn’t mean I’m blind.”
Kendra’s head turned slowly toward me. The city lights flashed across her face through the window. “Blind to what?”
I didn’t answer immediately. I could feel her watching me. I kept my eyes on the road ahead, even though I wasn’t the one driving. “To the fact that you affect me,” I said finally. “More than I planned for.”
I expected her to tease me, deflect, or worse, shut down completely. Instead, she just stared at me, lips slightly parted.
“But,” I went on, steady, “I won’t break what we agreed on. I don’t betray deals. Not even for this.”
“This,” she repeated softly. I could hear the question inside the word. What exactly did I mean by
