“No,” I said at the same time Hunter said, “Yes.”
I smiled at her, placing my hands on her shoulders and turning her so she was facing the door. “Can you and your team give us a minute?”
She glanced down at her tablet where an elaborate time schedule was detailed and color-coded within an inch of its life. It reminded me of Juliana, and I felt a little calmer.
“Lauren, we really—”
“Just one minute. Two, max.” I gently pushed her in the direction of the door, silently pleading with my eyes.
She huffed, though her gaze was sympathetic. “Fine. But not a second more, or we risk losing the light.”
As soon as the door shut behind them, I crossed the room to Hunter. “What’s this really about?”
Hunter gnashed his teeth, and I wondered what had happened to the man who said I owned everything, including his heart.
Thiswas why I didn’t do feelings. Because when emotions entered the equation, things got a hell of a lot more complicated.
I didn’t do complicated.
I didn’t do emotions. Or at least I hadn’t, until the infamous text message.
Which was why I needed to end this. I was getting too attached, too emotionally involved.
