Kerris POV

Every eye in the lab turns my way.

Taking off my gloves, I follow Zach out of their midst, nervous about what he wants to tell me.

After he left this morning, I've spent the rest of the time reliving our breakfast chat.

I came to the conclusion that maybe I overreacted. He is right, after all. It's not his job to tell me who I am.

Unsure where he'd like us to talk, I stop just outside the staff room of the pharmaceutical division.

"We'll talk in my elevator," he says, motioning for me to keep walking.

He's so close behind me that I can feel the...