Paul’s lips pressed against mine, warm and steady, but my mind was spinning. I was completely shocked but I wasn’t thinking about the kiss. I was thinking about him. Zachary.
I knew he was watching. I could feel it, like a storm pressing against my skin. The moment I pulled away from Paul, I opened my eyes slowly and turned to search for Zachary.
He was gone.
My breath hitched as I stared into the empty space he had been standing just a second ago. He had been sitting in that car all day, unwavering, unshaken, but now? Now he had vanished without a sound. The thought unsettled me more than if he had barged in and made a scene.
Paul noticed my tension. “Relax,” he murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “He got the message.”
But something told me Zachary Maxwell wasn’t the k
