Page 11 of His Reckoning

I straighten my shoulders. “No.”

Her pink lips turn down. “That’s disappointing.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

She edges closer on the island. “Because mysterious billionaires are very inconvenient to live with.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And what exactly would make me more convenient?”

She considers my question for a beat. “Basic information would be a start.”

“Such as?”

“What you actually do.”

“I already told you.”

“You said you run a company.”

“That’s accurate.”

“That’s vague.”

“That’s intentional.”

She sighs dramatically. “You’re impossible.”

“Yet here you are,” I say. “Living in my apartment.”

Kayla doesn’t look away. “Temporarily,” she says.

“Of course.”

She pins me with a measured look, like she’s deciding something, then says, “Why aren’t you married?”

That’s not the question I expected.

I raise an eyebrow. “That escalated quickly.”

“You said I could ask questions.”

“I did.”

“I’m asking one.”

“That’s less of a question and more of a life audit.”

She shrugs. “You’re a billionaire.”

“That seems to be a recurring theme tonight.”

“You’re successful. You’re clearly not terrible-looking.”

“High praise.”