A new realization hits me hard. For the first time on a date, I’m having fun. There’s no predestined agenda or cold conversations about work and business. I’m genuinely interested in hearing anything that comes out of Zahra’s mouth, and everything is only amplified when I make her laugh.
Part of me wishes I could be like her where I could live without abandon and move on from past issues that seem to make an appearance at the worst time. It’s not possible for someone like me. I’ve become jaded from life, so being around Zahra is refreshing.
I’m aware that I’m playing a dangerous game with Zahra by toeing the line between dating and more. I can’t pursue much more with my deadline and my end goals. At least not with my future in Chicago and hers cemented into the very foundation of Dreamland.
But we can enjoy the present and live for today. That much I can promise.
Zahra waves her hand in front of my face. “Your turn.”
I shake my head and return to the conversation. Zahra and I switch back and forth, with her choosing the most outrageous questions for me to pick from. I’m not sure where she comes up with ideas like skiing in a pair of boxers or riding a jet ski across the entire ocean but her imagination is endless.
That’s why you hired her.
We spend the entire dinner in our little game, branching off into different conversations depending on what kind of answer we give.
Zahra considers her next set of crazy options when Lance steps into our proximity. He gapes at us, his eyes switching between Zahra and me. She hasn’t even noticed him yet, too immersed in her head.
I keep my eyes glued to his as I pull Zahra’s hand up to my lips and give her knuckles a kiss. She sucks in a breath and her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink for me. Lance’s jaw clamps down, making him resemble a squashed tomato with a mop of blond hair. He’s absolutely average in every sense of the word—from his Brooks Brothers button-down to his poorly pressed khaki pants. I’m sure I could find a dozen like him at the local outlet mall.
I place Zahra’s hand back on the table and stand to my full height. Lance has to tilt his head back to stare up at me.
I button my jacket before saying, “Lance Baker. I’ve heard about you.”
He stands taller like a peacock. “Mr. Kane. I wanted to stop by and say hello. Zahra and I go way back.”
My blood turns red hot, pulsing with each breath. Lance extends his hand and I merely stare at it with every ounce of disgust I feel toward him.
“She told me about your Nebula Land submission.”
He drops his hand by his side like a rejected stray. “Oh yes. I was shocked my proposal was accepted.”
My fist itches to familiarize itself with his face. This piece of shit thinks he can get away with stealing Zahra’s idea? It dawns on me that he believes Zahra kept quiet about the whole thing. What a piece of shit. He probably thinks she’s too nice to rat him out, and since he never got caught, there was no reason for him to worry.
Fuck him. I’ll seek out revenge in Zahra’s name.
“Oh, Lance. Hi. Weird seeing you here.” Zahra’s voice is wooden.
“I’m celebrating my anniversary.”
I keep my face blank despite the urge to tell him to fuck off.
Zahra’s entire body tenses. “Isn’t it considered bad taste to celebrate the time you started an affair?”
Lance’s eyes bulge. His already red cheeks take on a purplish hue.
Warmth seeps into my chest at Zahra’s straightened spine and steel gaze. It makes me…proud of her. Of the way she can stand up to others like she has to me.
I pull her into my side. I’m tempted to hide her for the rest of her life, protecting her from idiots like Lance who abused the kind of gift she is.