The air was strange.
Noah stood there, waiting for the woman to finally leave. They had benefited from a mutual exchange. He didn't care about the woman's gratitude. But when she didn't move, when her bowed head lingered longer than normal, he knew.
This wasn't over.
This scenario was beginning to remind him of another time. The memory was faint, but the woman in front of him helped him recall the past. The first time he met Bailey. She had come to him, saying she only wanted to check if he was all right. And when she saw that he was, she still stayed.
And not only did she stay but she lied about her initial purpose.
If this situation was anything like that one, then it wasn't gratitude that kept her waiting here for so long.
She wanted something from him… they always did.
Noah's gaze became cold and steady on the woman who still hadn't raised her head.
