Page 108 of Prickly Romance

“Done.” Adam coughs. “Speaking of, I’m ready for Dejonae to come and check out the tweaks I made to the MTB. Since it’s inspired by her input, I think she deserves to see it first.”

“I will send her an email.”

“An email? Isn’t she working with you?”

My eyes slide to the glass windows. Through the blinds, I see that Dejonae’s desk is still empty.

“I will let her know.”

There’s a knock on the door.

Akira pokes her head through.

I hang up with Adam and face her. “Did you get the information on the license plate number?”

“I did.” She slides a folder over to me. “Nowwill you tell me what this is about?”

“Niko was almost run over. I would like to find the driver who was so careless that he did not slow down when he saw a little girl in his path.”

Akira’s eyes widen. “When did this happen?”

“Last night.” I flip through the pages.

“Last night?” she murmurs. “Was it during your appointment with Miss Williams?”

“It was.”

Her lips go taut.

“Before you say anything both you and I will regret,” I murmur, keeping my eyes on the file, “the reason Niko is unharmed is because Dejonae rushed into the street and pushed her out of the car’s way.”

Akira says nothing for a long moment.

I glance up and find her studying me.

She frowns. “You have gone soft for her.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Will you really not deny it?” she asks breathlessly.

What would be the point?

“I will admit that Miss Williams and Niko seem to have a sincere connection. Of course, you may find it heart-warming. Any father would think favorably of the girl who his daughter adores. It does not mean you have feelings for her.”

“What else could it mean?” I glance up impatiently.

“Loneliness.” She waves a hand. “You are accomplished, wealthy and handsome. People who lack in all three of those categories have someone and you do not. It is only natural that you feel the loss.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Gratitude,” Akira continues. “She saved Niko’s life. You can gift her a house. A car. Send a fruit basket to her family. The Sazuki family repays all debts. Once you fulfil your obligations to her, you will not be so attached.”

“You think I do not know my own heart?” I snap.

“I think,” she says slowly, “that you were moved, yes. But feelings waver. There is no need to give her your heart.”

“Who says I gave it to her?” I challenge.

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