Zara should have said no. She should have come up with an excuse, faked a headache, claimed she was working late, anything to avoid being in this situation.
“I really should have.” She murmured to herself.
But Lucy had been persistent, and saying no to Lucy was damn near impossible. Everyone who knew Lucy knew that.
So now, here she was, standing in the middle of a crowded lounge, surrounded by laughter and conversation, pretending like everything was perfectly fine.
Like she wasn’t hyperaware of the fact that Lennox Moreland was in the same room as her. Like she hadn’t spent the past several days trying, and failing, to push him out of her thoughts.
It wasn’t working.
Not when she could feel his presence like a gravitational pull, tugging at the edges of her awareness, making it i
