POV: Kesley

She’s smart...

She’s trying to intimate me with her mean gaze, trying to force my hand and give me no choice. The silence stretched between us like something physical.

Nora sat across the table with the drive in front of her, still as a woman who already knows that she was holding all the cards and was waiting for me to admit it and probably beg for mercy.

I sat on my side and held her gaze and said nothing, and the room held us both in the kind of quiet that has weight to it. Then she reached into her bag again.

She pulled out a document......