Abigail shook her head, trying not to smile. “You’re impossible.”
“I know,” Kai said with that same infuriating, disarming grin. “But I’m also serious.”
Her smile faltered. Slowly, her arms folded across her chest as she leaned back in her seat, a layer of caution returning to her tone. “You can’t just say things like that. You don’t even know me.”
“I’m trying to,” he said, stepping closer. “Let me.”
She studied him. He was too calm, too collected—too sure of himself. And she hated how that confidence chipped away at her defenses.
“You’re twenty-eight,” she said after a beat. “Young, capable, attractive… and probably used to getting everything you want.”
He tilted his head. “And?”
“I’m thirty-three,” she continued, firmer now. “I’m moody on a good day. I’ll be injecting hormones int
