Chapter 57

• I walked into the dining room, my mind still tangled with the memory of the kiss. Stephen Diaz. That damn kiss. My lips tingle at the thought of it, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was shifting inside me. But there was no time to process it—James was already sitting at the dining table, staring at his plate.
• “Hi,” I said, forcing a smile as I put my purse down and made my way to my seat.
• James nodded, barely looking up.