Zara’s POV
I swallow down the laugh that wants to burst out of me; because he’s not wrong in his description of me. Any life I have taken over my career, has always been up close and personal, because killing someone? That really is as personal as you can get.
‘Are you scared?’ I ask quietly, staring at our joined hands that rest on his thigh, fingers entwined, forming a connection that we haven't had in a long time.
‘I'm f.ucking terrified’ Gerrard replies, raw honesty in his voice as he stares straight ahead of us at the door to his office. Those three words twist inside of me because this man beside me? He doesn’t do vulnerable, not with anyone . . . except me. Still, even after everything that went down between us, he still doesn’t shy away from letting me see inside, at the broken
