Anya’s POV
I couldn't talk to him. Not right now. Not when the guilt was still sitting heavy in my chest, not when I could still feel Orion's kiss on my lips. Kennedy would hear it in my voice somehow—he always seemed to know when something was wrong, when I was hiding something. And I couldn't risk that. I couldn't risk him suspecting anything.
So I silenced my phone and shoved it deeper into my purse and tried not to think about what would be waiting for me when I finally did have to face him.
Soon it was time to go back to New York.
The business trip was over. All the meetings were done, all the presentations given, all the contracts signed or discussed or tabled for later. There was nothing left keeping us in this city, nothing left to do but pack up and head home.
Orion's private
