The question hung between them, thick and suffocating, demanding an answer she knew she couldn’t possibly give him honestly. Zara felt the words rise in her throat, knew exactly what she should say, knew how she should shut this down, make it clear that whatever Lennox thought was happening between them was one-sided, misguided, something that shouldn’t even be entertained.
But lying to him? Well, that was an entirely different kind of challenge.
She forced herself to meet his gaze for just a second, long enough to feel the weight of his stare, the way his expression was so damn unreadable and yet still overflowing with certainty, like he already knew the answer before she even spoke.
And maybe he did.
But still, she had to say it, even if she wasn’t sure whether it was for him or for
