“One month… No, two weeks. You have two weeks, that’s it,” Jane snapped. “If Reese is still at BlackOak after that, I’ll tell everyone what you did. All of it.”
As soon as she hung up, Jane’s face was a mess of frustration and humiliation. In all these years, no one had ever dared yell at her like that. But the threat had rattled her. She was genuinely scared Leslie might actually spill her secrets. She dropped the garden hose, clenched her jaw, and headed back inside to figure out her next move.
—
Dusk was just settling over BlackOak when Reese slid behind the wheel and headed out, on her way to meet Hank for dinner.
She barely made it out of the parking lot before a black G-Wagon swerved in front of her, blocking her way. The window rolled down and Zach’s sharply cut, stone-cold profile appeared.
He’d told himself he’d let it go if Reese just reached out—if she called, swallowed her pride, apologized to Tara, made things right. He’d even lift the blacklist on Ramos Corporation. Simple.
But she hadn’t called. Not even a word.
When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he came straight to BlackOak.
Reese spotted him and froze, her hand halfway to the door handle, ready to get out and argue. Instead, she locked the doors, shifted to reverse, and tried to swing around his car.
Zach wasn’t about to let her get away. He opened his door, stepped out, and walked right up to her window.
“Stop.”
Reese glanced in the rearview and saw a black sedan blocking her from behind. She sighed, rolled her window down just enough to talk. “What do you want?”
“What do I want?” Zach let out a cold laugh. Just seeing her refuse to even look at him made his anger burn hotter. “Tara’s still in the hospital. She lost the baby. They’re not sure she’ll ever have kids again. And you want to know what I want?
“Don’t you think you owe me an explanation?”
“You already blacklisted Ramos Corporation, didn’t you?” Reese shot back, her voice ice-cold. “You’ve already out for me. What else do you want?”


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