Chapter 5

When Ethan saw me, he took off his sunglasses and looked me up and down. "You've lost weight."

"Not really." I smiled.

Ethan walked over and took my bag from me, like he'd done it a thousand times before. He met my gaze. "Anne, you're not happy."

It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

I froze for a second, and before I could say anything, he added, "Come on, let's go upstairs and talk."

We stood quietly in the elevator. Ethan was almost eight inches taller than I, so I had to tilt my head back to see his…