Blanche's POV
The moment that massive dog disappeared completely, I finally allowed my rigid muscles to unwind.
I straightened up slowly, then pivoted to face Zain and Carry.
The second I caught Zain grinning at me, the real meaning behind that smile hit me like a slap.
But then I caught myself thinking, 'Since when does Zain give a damn about what goes on in my head?'
Before I could shove that thought away completely, Zain let out a low chuckle. "See? You still give a shit about us."
I adjusted my bag strap with deliberate calm, then met his gaze head-on. "I would've done the same for complete strangers."
Zain shot back without missing a beat, "Say whatever makes you feel better, Blanche. You can't fake what your gut tells you to do—it shows you still care about me, and you still care about Carry."
His words actually made me laugh out loud.
'When the hell did I miss that he was this much of a narcissist?' I wondered.
