seven
KENZIE
“Kenzie, are you okay?” Lance helps me up off the floor. Once I’m standing in front of him, he places his hands on my head, examining me with intensity.
I nod a few times and blink. “What are you doing here?”
“I think I should ask the same thing.” Blake’s voice comes from the other side of the room.
“Let me help you up.” Lance takes my arm and helps me into the chair.
“I’m fine, really.” I blow out a breath and make eye contact with Blake.
Lance steps away from me. “I came in and she hit her head on the desk and fell off the chair. I’m Lance, by the way.” He holds out his hand between him and Blake.
“Blake,” he says, taking Lance’s hand.
“I recognize you from billboards.”
Blake’s smile could light up Times Square on New Year’s Eve. The man loves being recognized. Lan
