Faye.

“Sign it.” My voice was cold.

Neil lifted his eyebrow slowly, as if I’d just proposed something foolish. He stretched back in his chair, the corners of his mouth pulling into a lazy grin. “You’ve grown bold, haven’t you?”

I kept my gaze steady. “You promised me, Neil. So don’t play games with me. Sign the contract.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re impatient, Faye. And you, with your sharp tongue, trouble will find you one day.”

“Stop teasing ...