Zoe Monroe sipped her coffee, her mind a turbulent mess...
'Why had Jonathan Thorne kissed me?'
'He's my brother-in-law's actual brother!'
'What did it mean? Was he drunk last night? How are we supposed to face each other now? Don't tell me he actually wants to be with me. Sisters marrying brothers? That's insane! It would be so awkward!'
'How could he just kiss me like that, without any warning?'
But as Zoe Monroe vaguely recalled the events of last night, she was filled with regret:
Because…
'I didn't reject him!'
'If I'd just slapped him, that would've been one thing!'
'But my silence, my passivity... how was that any different from accepting his intimate gesture?'
But she had to admit, a man like Jonathan Thorne—high-ranking, yet meticulous down to the smallest detail—was indeed very attractive. Especially the hug and the hand-holding on New Year's Eve. Zoe Monroe admitted her heart had been thrown into disarray, which was why she'd wanted to avoid him.
