“Trevor’s office has the best view,” I tell him, my voice coming out much more clear and steady than I’m feeling on the inside. “Just how often are you in his office, Tessa?” Hardin’s eyes flicker to me and then back to the road. “I’ve been there twice this week. We have lunch together.” “You what?” Hardin snaps.
How DARE she have lunch with the ony person she knows
