something?” I ask harshly. As usual, she doesn’t acknowledge my surly tone, simply nodding and
taking another bite of her muffin. And yep, she drops some crumbs, one landing on the front of her
dress. I tighten every muscle in my body.Don’t you fucking dare touch her. Don’t you brush off that
crumb dammit.Busy staring at that crumb and imagining the lush bounty underneath the awful flower
pattern, I barely hear her thanks, but I snap to attention as she takes her shoes and turns, wandering
away.
I feel him at my shoulder. We’re not twins, but our bond is forged in fire. I always know where he
is. Jonas’s hand slaps my back. “Let’s go. Shewillget lost if we don’t go with her.” With a grunt, I
follow him. We catch up with her at the elevator, and I listen to her and Jonas chat casually on the ride
down. I hate that they’re so comfortable with each other. I hate that she smiles at him, and I hate the
jealousy that creeps up when they both laugh.
I don’t get jealous, ever. It’s not my style. Women try that shit on me all the time, talking about
some other man when we’re together, and I don’t give a fuck. None of them matter. But this little thing
they have going on bothers me.
A lot.
Maybe I don’t like that Jonas is paying more attention to her. Yeah, that’s it.
No, it’s not. I’m jealous that he can make her smile.
So stupid.
Maya steps off on the marketing floor, and unbidden, my feet follow her. Jonas snickers and gives
me a little finger wave as the doors close.
“Where are you going?”
She frowns, glancing back at me. “I have a few layouts I want to work on this weekend.” I stand
next to the elevator as she gathers a bunch of design boards and paperwork. She looks at home here.
Somehow, in the week she’s been working here, this space has become hers. Everywhere I look, she’s
there. In the colors scattered on the table tops, in the bright designs tacked to the walls. I’ve tried to
keep my distance this week, but when I do check in, she’s filling the place with her energy, taking up
space, and being completely distracting. It’s only when she settles at a table that her words penetrate.
“Wait. What? You’re still working?” The building is empty tonight. We always have security on,
but I don’t like the idea of her here by herself.
“Yes,” she says, distracted as she rifles through the pages in front of her.
