Quiana didn't speak. Her eyes just traveled between the two of them, up and down.
Her gaze was a tangible thing, flowing over them as if she were trying to figure out exactly what kind of relationship they had.
She forced a tight smile at Rhett. "It's quite a coincidence... Most of the patrons at the Nightfall Restaurant are couples. I just don't know which category you two fall into..."
Kelsey's nails dug so deep into her palms she was sure they'd draw blood.
She desperately wanted to explain everything to Quiana, but she couldn't force a single word out.
She wanted to scream that she had nothing to do with Rhett, but even to her own ears, it would sound like a hollow, pathetic lie.
From Quiana's perspective, she must look exactly like what she was: the shameless other woman.
After a silence that felt like it stretched for an eternity, Rhett was the one who spoke first.
"We just happened to run into each other. There's nothing special between us."
