Yates Donovan froze on the spot.
He had expected Mia Grant to have a lot to say to him. And she did go on at length, but… the conversation took a completely different turn from what he'd anticipated. It even went in the opposite direction.
He had voiced his inner thoughts jokingly.
He thought she would be eager to draw a clear line between them, seeing him as a burden or even a threat.
He'd imagined all the things she might say—scathing, hateful, disgusted words.
But none of that happened.
Instead, she sat there calmly, looking him in the eye, her voice soft as she spoke at a measured pace.
He rarely saw this gentle side of her.
In his memory, the only other times she'd been this quiet were during their first few meetings.
'I really... don't know what to do with her.'
He had been prepared to agree to her request and draw a clear line between them.
