KATRINA’S P O V
I looked at myself in the mirror, constantly touching the ends of my ponytail. Why did I agree to go home with Cohen?
Because you were just thinking about your mother-in-law, and not him. My mind answered.
She's always been so nice to me. I couldn't miss her birthday just because of her stupid son.
I sighed as I mentally noted that I would talk about this with Cohen after the birthday dinner. With that thought drilled into my head, I walked out of the restroom with my head lowered as I normally did.
As I neared Cohen’s office, I could see that the shutters were rolled up, so I could see him and Clarisse behind the glass wall, sitting on the couch. They were having what seemed like a cozy conversation. She was talking and he was just staring at her, listening attentively.