Zane took a drag from his cigarette, his face betraying nothing—at least, he gave Joanne no glimpse of his inner turmoil.
That was just like him, a pro at keeping his cool.
Joanne could never read what was going on behind those unreadable eyes.
And that was exactly why she'd lost so completely.
She'd said everything—necessary or not—and now, she was done wasting time.
She swung the door open, turning to flash him a perfectly rehearsed smile. "Have a good trip, Mr. Grey. I won't see you out."
Zane smirked but stayed silent, brushing past her without another word.
The second the door slammed shut, Joanne retreated to her bedroom and face-planted onto the mattress.
She'd just shamelessly demanded commitment from him. He'd never show his face again after that.
Fine by her. He could go
