“The Night He Faced the Wrong Woman”

“Have you completely lost your nerve?” he asked, his voice low, testing.

I held his gaze.

That was the first mistake he made.

Emma never held his gaze when he used that tone. She would look down. Apologize. Shrink.

I didn’t.

Something flickered across his face — confusion first, then irritation. He stepped closer, expecting me to flinch.

I didn’t.

Instead, I calmly picked up the mug he’d criticized and set it exactly where I wanted it.