Her Return, His Regret
“And I think you've punished me, us enough.”
“Knox, I'm busy.” I hiss. “Just go,” I say, avoiding his eyes, scared I'd melt if I hold his gaze a little longer.
“I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me,”
And that's when a voice echoes behind us.
We both turn.
Bianca Blackwood.
She's in a red dress. And glasses that screams money. Polished. Elegant as always.
“Okay, now this is a pleasant surprise,” she says, removing her glasses. “My ever busy son and his girlfriend.”