KANE POV:
"I can't think straight on an empty stomach," she said, almost as if explaining her odd request. I watched as she grabbed her jacket, her movements quick and decisive, giving me no room to argue or analyze her mood further.
She wore a casual black dress, not too fancy but just enough to hug her figure in all the right ways. It ended just above her knees, revealing smooth legs that made it hard not to stare. Hell, let's be honest—she could've worn a potato sack and still looked stunning. But tonight, even though I was still mentally shaken, I couldn't help but admire how effortlessly she carried herself.
Still, I wasn't sure if I was off the hook or just walking into the next stage of her silent judgment. I kept glancing at her, looking for any clues—anything that might indicate whether this was her way of putting the conversation about the contract on pause or if I was digging my own grave by not addressing it further.