Chapter 12

• Annabelle can't believe she didn't put it together sooner. She knew he seemed familiar when she met him, but in light of her actions, she realizes she wasn't thinking rationally either. All of the air has been punched out of her lungs.
• Her head swivels from Teddy to Kensin— Nicholas and back to Teddy. From the way Teddy is staring at her, the look on her face must be quite unpleasant. She looks down, takes a deep breath, and tries to compose herself and quiet the emotions rioting in her head. She can't screw up this donation regardless of her own feelings—there is too much at stake if she does.
• “Um—I apologize,” she says softly, “I just—I thought your name was Kensington.” She walks further into the room, gaining confidence, telling herself she can do this. “I misunderstood when we met the other night … ” The quick flash of Nicholas’s grin in mention to the other night stops her and transports her to the here and now.