He couldn't believe it. He kept losing his composure because of Rebecca. Every single thing she did seemed to affect him more and more.

This had to stop.

Zachary lowered his hand from the familiar door number and walked away. He needed to focus on Danielle, not Rebecca.

Shortly after Zachary left, Rebecca and the man emerged from the room.

"I want French food, your treat," the man said in his mellow voice.

"Fine, fine, I'll treat you to whatever you want," ...