Chapter 4 — Terms and Conditions

Katherine

The knock on her door was hesitant but firm—distinctly Blake Carter. He had a way of being both imposing and uncertain, like someone forever teetering between confidence and doubt. Katherine didn’t need to look through the peephole to know it was him. She took a steadying breath before pulling the door open.

Sure enough, there he was, folder in hand, hazel eyes caught somewhere between sincere and sheepish. The sight of him here, in her messy, imperfect little world, was almost comical. Almost.