*Zara*

“Zara, why don’t you sit down.”

I glanced over at Noah, trying not to let my anxiousness and frustration show any more than they already were.

Noah just raised an eyebrow at me from his spot in the plush sea-blue armchair. “You’re pacing,” he informed me in a tone that suggested that I was unaware of my quick steps.

It was true. I had been walking briskly back and forth in the large lavish resort suite for probably close to an ...