POV: Kesley

“Think about us, and our kids, and how I used to love you when we first met and...”

“Cut it out, Zach. I’m not buying the shit you’re selling.” I scoffed, making him glare daggers at me.

“You!”

"Don't." I said it without looking at him.

"Kesley..."

"Leo is on the other side of that door." I met his eyes then, level and without any heat in it.

"Touch me, and I'll walk out of that room and tell him exactly what you just did. And then you'll need a lot more than a wheelchair for your next court appearance." I held his gaze for a moment, enjoying...