“You said you’d handle it,” Arthur’s voice came out flat, but the way he chose his words cut sharp, cornering her.

Valerie let out a heavy sigh, refusing to meet his eyes. Her gaze darted anywhere else, restless, her whole expression screaming unease. Fate had dragged them back together again—by accident, of course—in the lobby of yet another hotel, a place that always made Valerie feel small.

The lobby was quiet, only a few people rushing toward the elevators. Arthur and ...