Kerris POV

The desk phone must have rung, but I didn't hear it. Because I was too focused on Zach, clinging to every word and every fleeting change in his expression.

His gaze flicks between me and the woman; his girlfriend. His jaw is tight, his expression unreadable, but there’s no mistaking it. He doesn't look pleased.

My stomach twists, and it has nothing to do with the hunger I felt earlier. This is something colder. Heavier.

I briefly wonder how often she gives him this type of surprise.

"You're Miss Hart, right?" She asks.

"Yes.” I force a polite smile.

I would have held out my hand for a...