“And?”
“It still didn’t fall apart.”
“Is that why you’re here?”
“Partly,” I admit. “I needed to see if it was a fluke.”
“What’s the other reason?”
“Your project is fascinating, and I want to be part of it.”
Kat’s eyes drop to the table.
“I need it to work,” she admits. “It was the last proposal I gave Dad before…”
I place a hand over hers, giving it a squeeze.
Her eyes meet mine, and she turns her hand over, squeezing back.
“What we have done over the past few days,” she sighs. “The board and our investors are going to love it. Thank you.”
A figure appears next to our table.
Kat withdraws her hand, sliding it into her lap.
“Mr Baskin,” she says.
“Ms Frazer. I just wanted to let you know that your belongings have all been moved.” He places a keycard on the table, and my heart stutters.
“Thank you.”
He smiles widely. “Is there anything else I can get you?”
“No, you’ve been very kind. Please thank the team.”
“Of course.”
He turns and nods in my direction. “Mr Lockwood.”
“Mr Baskin,” I say.
When he leaves, I turn to Kat.
“You’ve moved out?”
“He called earlier, while you were in the shower,” she says. Her gaze is not quite meeting mine. “He let me know the villa is ready. That they’d move my belongings while we’re at dinner.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“Does it matter? You’re getting your villa back.”
Something in my chest squeezes as my stomach drops.
Does it? Matter?
There I was thinking we’d made progress.
Kat straightens her knife and fork. I focus on the movement, so I don’t say something I might regret.
