CATHERINE
The silence that followed my question was heavy, vibrating with the shock racing through my system. I stared at Tessa as my heart hammered against my ribs. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The sharp, proud, fiercely independent Tessa and Dean Miller?
"No, Catherine! Gosh, stop!" Tessa barked, her face twisting in a mix of disgust and desperation. "I wasn't having an affair with him. It's not... it's not like that."
I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding, but the relief was short-lived. My brow furrowed as I took a step closer to her. "Then why? Why were you sneaking into his office? Why let Sasha hold that over your head for a year if there wasn't a reason you were there?"
Tessa didn't answer immediately. Her eyes darted toward Sasha, who was still sitting, dripping water onto the tiles and watching us with wide eyes. The look Tessa gave her was lethal—a silent command that translated clearly as get out of here already.
