Allyson's POV
Gina studied me with that familiar look she got whenever she sensed I was about to unload something heavy. I had been wearing a path in her hardwood floor since arriving, my nerves frayed beyond repair.
I spun around to face her, my hands clenched into fists. "Reagan has completely lost it."
Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Allyson, I'm not following. What makes you think Reagan has snapped?"
A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Because I just endured lunch with him, and he actually tried to—"
"Hold up." She lifted her palm, stopping me mid-sentence. "You went to lunch with Reagan? I thought you swore that nightmare was behind you."
"It was supposed to be finished," I shot back, my voice rising. "I only agreed to meet him because he promised to camp out at my office every single day until I did." I shook my head violently. "And you know exactly what that would mean."
