The meeting room felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode. Kimi could practically taste the tension crackling through the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. She had sensed this brewing storm for weeks but had never breathed a word of it to Kirk.
Why had she kept silent? The answer twisted in her gut like a blade. Because Kirk was Adalind's ex, and some foolish part of her hoped he had forgotten all about the stunning model who once graced his arm.
Kolton's words from their family gathering echoed in her mind like a taunt. He had stolen Adalind right out from under Kirk's nose, and now he was flaunting his prize like a trophy.
Kimi's gaze drifted to Kolton, whose lips curved in a predatory smile as he watched Kirk. The bastard was practically purring with satisfaction, waiting to see his rival crack under the pressure. The same woman who had once chosen Kirk now belonged to him.
