And now, after four years, she was coming back into his orbit.
Not by chance, but because of business, of all things.
The thought of seeing her again, in a professional setting no less, had his nerves twisting in ways they hadn't in years. He hadn't allowed himself to dwell too much due to his critical mission, on what happened between them all that time ago, but hearing Francesco talk about her—about her strength and vision—brought all those memories rushing back. The kiss. The way everything had seemed so perfect before it all fell apart.
"She wants to do it on her own," Zack finally said, his voice quiet but firm. "That's her way. Always has been. It's why she'll succeed."
Zain smirked as if he knew a secret, lifting his glass toward Zack. "Spoken like a man who knows her well seems like."
Zack chuckled, but it was hollow. He didn't respond, just took a long sip of wine and let the conversation drift on. But inside, the anticipation was growing.
