Chapter 9

When Zachary pushed open the restaurant's glass door, Queenie was sitting at a candlelit table with her chin resting on her hand, her fingertips lightly tapping against a wine glass. Seeing him arrive, her eyes lit up as she waved him over. "Zach! Over here!" He walked over and pulled out a chair to sit down. His gaze swept over the carefully arranged roses and scented candles on the table before studying her closely to make sure she wasn't hurt. Only then did he relax. "What was so urgent?" Queenie reached out to grab his wrist, her nails inadvertently scraping across his skin with a hint of coquettishness. "Try and guess first!" Zachary looked down at her slender fingers, but for some reason, his mind drifted to another pair of hands—Yasmine's long, clean fingers that would curl slightly when she flipped through documents, her fingertips always tinged with a faint pink. "Zach!" Queenie shook his arm in dissatisfaction, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Why aren't you talking? A