Chapter 126

ZAIN SQUEEZED ANDREA'S HAND, the weight and feel of her palm a strange, new sensation. The oddity of it wasn't her-it was how normal this seemed. As though he'd been made to hold her hand. Her fingers were smaller, more delicate than his, and yet they needed to be so they fit between his. The match was perfect.

They strolled with no urgency toward the elevators.

He wanted to look at her, study her features, but that was weird, right? It'd been so long since he'd done more than fall into bed with someone that he couldn't remember what was normal. Mason was right, he'd become married to his work to the point where he wasn't living. He'd known it in the back of his mind, but it wasn't something he'd wanted to admit, because how could he change that? In the end, it wasn't he who'd done anything. It was her.

Andrea.