Regina’s face flickered with confusion at Colt’s words. “Who told you that?” Realizing the hallway wasn’t the place for this conversation, she lowered her voice. “Come with me to the roof.”
Colt remained seated, unmoving. “Can’t we talk here?”
Regina pressed on. “Who told you I asked you to come?”
Colt bristled at her curt tone. Cyril had sought him out, sobbing about how much Regina regretted their divorce and was too afraid to approach him. Colt had been bewildered but figured he’d make the trip if it meant returning to their peaceful life together. Now, facing Regina’s questioning, he felt a surge of bitter amusement. She regretted it? Did she think he’d come running just because she beckoned? He looked down at her cheap, shapeless shirt, a flicker of arrogance in his eyes.
“You don
