Kimberly
The soft hum of the car engine filled the silence between Kendrick and me as we made our way back to the estate.
I sat in the passenger seat, my hands resting on my lap, my gaze fixed on the road ahead.
Kendrick’s fingers drummed lightly against the steering wheel, his attention seemingly focused on driving, but I knew better.
Kendrick was always alert, always aware. He missed nothing.
And neither could I.
Today had been another whirlwind. A strange mix of unexpected praise and unsettling tension.
Kendrick’s “test” at the office had thrown me off balance, but I couldn’t let that distract me from my true goal.
Every word of encouragement he gave, every approving glance, was just another layer to the complicated web he was weaving around me. But I wasn’t going to get c
