Page 111 of His Reckoning

She doesn’t answer, but the tension in her shoulders gives her away.

“You wanted to prove you don’t need me to write,” I continue.

“That’s not?—”

“That’s exactly what it was.”

Kayla exhales sharply. “You are unbelievably full of yourself.”

“Possibly,” I admit. “But you’re also curious.”

“I am not,” she denies.

“You are.”

I step closer. Just enough that she has to tilt her head slightly to keep looking at me.

She swallows thickly.

“You’re curious if I’m right,” I say quietly.

“I’m curious how someone can be this arrogant without imploding.”

“Different kind of curiosity.”

She opens her mouth to argue again.

I reach down to grab the laptop off the coffee table and try to hand it to her.

Kayla blinks. “What are you doing?”

“Take it.”

“No.”

“Kayla.”

“Absolutely not.”

I take her wrist firmly before she can step away. Enough to guide her the few steps backward until the couch presses against the back of her knees.

She stares at me.

Equal parts annoyed and surprised.

“Sit,” I repeat.

“This is insane.”

“Probably.”

She hesitates, then drops onto the couch with an irritated huff.

I place the laptop in her hands.

She looks down at it, then back up at me. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“Open it.”