What’s with this man that makes me react in
such an unusual way? Why do I want to believe him?
ZOE
An
hour after her departure, I’m still boiling when I think about what Ian said
about me, so when he calls and asks to see me, my reception is icy.
“Sorry,
but I’m not interested in what you have to say. Just know I may be penniless,
but I’m tenacious, and I win all my cases.”
“Because
you intend to pursue me?” he asks defiantly. “I would love to know why.”
His
provocative tone annoys me even more. “You’ll find out soon enough. I promise
you’ll undeniably be surprised.”
“I’m
anxious to know what may have ignited this new burst of hostilities, but it can
wait.”
He
hangs up and I plunge again into my work, asking myself if there’s more at
stake than a mall or a golf course. W
