" Picking up a photograph of Derek that she’d placed on the dresser Jai seemed to relax again, as if he’d remembered what he was doing there and what it was he was supposed to say. He put the photo down carefully and turned to her. His vivid eyes held her in place, her heart pounding as she waited for him to say something. Anything. “Trey told me you don’t trust me anymore.”
Trey has a big mouth. Wrapping self-possession around her like armor, Ari sauntered by him to put her hairdryer away. “I trust you to do your job.” "