Lola’s POV

The silence between us stretched after I finally gave in. My cheeks were still damp from crying, and Morgan hadn’t said another word.

He leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. My heart beat too fast, but I forced myself to sit straighter.

I waved to the waiter. “Can I have a piece of paper and a pen, please?”

Morgan raised an eyebrow, amused. “What are you doing now?”

“Setting the rules,” I said flatly.

The waiter returned quickly, placing ...