“And a detour to the police station was your way of coming straight to the office?”
Zoe crossed her arms, facing the irritating man. “Everything was under control.”
“I doubt it as you’re coming out of a police station.”
“Stop it! I didn’t do anything wrong.”
It was now his turn to cross his arms, frustrated. Clearly, this control freak was growing more irritated by the second, and after all, she owed him an explanation.
“Thank you for coming here. I know your time is precious. I was on my way to work when I saw a man beating a dog. I couldn’t pass by without intervening. I didn’t think the police would get involved, but it happened. You may think I’m stupid, or even an annoying, sensitive female, and honestly, I don’t care, so keep your thoughts to yourself. With respect, sir.”
Ready for a fight, Zoe couldn’t believe her eyes when Blackwood looked at the police station, nodding. “The right thing to do, Ms. Somersby. I always thought interpreters and translators were meek little mice, silent, never daring to take a stance. You prove to be a surprise.”
His voice had a warmth and an approving tone that threw Zoe off somehow. The last thing she thought was that he would agree with her. It was quick, and short lived as his cold mask returned as he ushered her into a town car, already listing all that she had to do, and how late she was.
Zoe looked at him, half listening, and wondered what kind of man lay under all that ice and power. Maybe, if the stars were aligned, a good man.
