I pull my phone from my pocket and hold it up so he can see the screen. The email is right there, composed and ready, Doug’s address in the TO field.
“One tap,” I say. “That’s all it takes. One tap and this goes to a man who will have it in front of the legal team before you make it back to Sixth Avenue. And then it’s not just me you’re dealing with. It’s the New York f*****g Times.” I take a deep breath. “So you’re going to answer my questions. Every single one. Or I press send and your whole world comes apart.”
He still hasn’t moved or spoken. He just watches me with those gray eyes, and waits.
Until, finally, he speaks. “Put the phone down, Jillian.”
I blink. “Were you not listening to a word I just said?”
He starts to take a step toward me, but I thrust the phone out into the spac
