As the meeting wrapped up, Sage and Katelyn walked their client to the car. Once it pulled away and disappeared from view, Katelyn turned sharply to him.
"I'm not coming to your place for dinner."
Her abrupt refusal didn't faze Sage; he'd half expected it.
"Did His Majesty give you permission to say that?" he asked evenly.
"I didn't bother my father over something so petty," Katelyn replied with cool finality.
"Who's the guy you like?" Sage pressed. "I asked you before, and you dodged the question. Work's over now, so let's talk about our personal lives." He folded his arms. "You see, I'm interested in you. You're not interested in me. So logically, the one who should step back from this arrangement is you. Don't you think?"
Katelyn turned tight-lipped as she knew she couldn't win this argument.
"There's no one," she said at last.
