Zara wasn’t sure why she agreed to this.
It wasn’t as if she actually wanted to be here, sitting in a dimly lit restaurant across from Oscar Jameson… a man who, by all accounts, was the kind of guy she should want.
He was attractive in an effortless kind of way… clean-cut, well-dressed, charming without being overbearing, the type of man that looked like he had his life together.
The type of man who was safe, predictable and easy. And wasn’t that what she needed?
Wasn’t that the whole point of tonight?
She had spent days… weeks, really… trying to push past whatever the hell Lennox had done to her, trying to convince herself that whatever pull existed between them was just a temporary lapse in judgment, a mistake, an infuriating distraction that had somehow taken up more space in her m
