Blanche's POV
The evening rush hour chaos swirled around us outside the hospital, an endless stream of headlights cutting through the darkness.
Zain and I stood on the sidewalk while people rushed past, their conversations blending into white noise.
Dim streetlights bathed our faces in amber light.
I stared at him, waiting for his response.
He'd probably reject me.
After I'd walked away that day, Amara had hit me with an even uglier truth.
The guy who'd helped Drew spike Amber's drink that night? Joanna's actual brother.
No matter who was right or wrong about what went down, from Joanna's brother's perspective, I'd completely screwed over his scheme.
Nathan was Joanna's older brother, and Zain was head-over-heels for Joanna. With those connections, I couldn't imagine Zain would ever lift a finger to help me.
But I couldn't bear watching Amber swallow her pride just to close deals, or Quinton grinding himself into the ground trying to keep up at work.
