Maya pulled the front of her dress with shaking fingers downward, though she doubted if the gesture helped much. Her pulse was still pounding in her chest, too fast and too loud. She kept seeing the memory of what had happened outside Jax’s office chasing her everywhere, even in here. The shadow she had seen beneath the door, the weight of his presence moving in the silence, hit her skin with cold she could not shake off. She had been reckless. Too reckless.

Now she sat across from him at ...