New Life
But Shelly knew better.
He stood as she approached, a flicker of something—guilt?—crossing his face. “Shelly. Thanks for meeting me.”
“Let’s skip the pleasantries,” she said, sliding into the seat across from him. “What do you want, Veer?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Straight to the point. Okay. I wanted to talk about Shaina.”
Her stomach tightened, but she kept her expression neutral. “What about her?”