KENNEDY 

Both my hands went over hers, steadying them as they shakily relaxed under my touch.

"Why would you even ask me that?" I muttered. Just from her eyes, I could tell she was fighting every logical instinct in her body not to doubt the words coming out of my mouth.

"It doesn’t look like it," she hissed.

"I swear, I am," I explained, watching her eyes soften and her grip on me loosen.

She let go and stepped back a little.

"He offered me an ultimatum," she said, voice tight. "He said he’ll only end this hellish divorce process if I take the job. With that kind of offer,...