Something in my chest tightened.
“But there has to be something left,” she continued. “Even if it’s just pity.”
I clenched my jaw.
“My father is already sick from worrying,” she added. “I don’t know how much more he can take.”
I closed my eyes briefly and exhaled.
“Enough,” I muttered.
I stepped forward and reached for her arm. “Get up.”
Reluctantly, she allowed me to pull her to her feet.
“This is an office,” I said stiffly. “Not a place for scenes like this.”
“I know,” she whispered.
I meant to step back immediately, to put distance between us… thinking she’d do the same.
Instead, Diana leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
I shoved her back instantly.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, anger cutting through the room.
