Kim froze in the doorway the second her eyes landed on me. Whatever reason she’d come, she clearly hadn’t expected an audience.
Zayne’s posture was easy, you wouldn’t guess we had just been dealing with my confession. His voice gave nothing away as he gestured to the chair opposite us.
“Have a seat, Kimberly.”
She didn’t move at first, then sat, crossing one leg over the other.
“I was going to handle this alone,” Zayne said. “But since everyone involved is here, let’s do it now.”
My pulse quickened. Kim kept her hands perfectly still in her lap. “Handle what?”
“Your offer,” Zayne replied. “Go ahead. Make it again. Convince me why I should consider it.”
Kim blinked like she hadn’t heard right. For a second she looked almost startled. Then she put on a neutral face and remained quiet.
