Chapter 282
- Less than twenty minutes later, I’m in the back of a large SUV with tinted windows and sitting mere inches away from him. My briefcase is on my lap, and I have a pen in one hand. I’m preoccupied, mulling over the weirdness of this request.
- “That habit is at odds with how you present yourself, you know.”
- I look up at his remark questioningly. He is regarding me, half-smirking.