Katherine let out a sigh and stared straight ahead at the elevator's polished doors as they slid shut with a chime. Of course. As if this night hadn't already hit its low point, now she was trapped in a moving metal box with the one man she least wanted to see.
Her shoulders tightened. She kept her arms crossed tightly over her chest, every inch of her posture screaming distance. Leonard stood at the other side of the elevator, but even that minimal space between them felt too close. She couldn't help but notice him all the time—his presence, the way his cologne lingered faintly in the air, how he hadn't said a word since stepping inside.
Why did the elevator feel smaller than usual?
