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I pad over to the door and peer out through the glass panels.

No no no.

Reid said Cash was out of town.

That was obviously a lie because the big jerk is standing on the front porch with a big bouquet of flowers.

I stare for a few seconds, trying to figure out what to do. He looks amazing in black jeans, an untucked button-down shirt, and boots. There’s a day or two of scruff on his face, and he looks incredibly disheveled. And tired. I can’t help but note the circles beneath his eyes. They probably match my own. I just cover mine with makeup.

But he’s not my problem anymore.

“Maya? Babe, I know you’re in there. Please open the door.”

Babe.

He called me babe.

Fucker. He has no right.

But I don’t want to make a scene on the front porch.

I slowly open the door, just enough to peek out. “Reid’s not here,” is all I say.

“I know. I’m not here for him.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Can we talk for a minute?”

“No. I don’t think so. There’s nothing to say.”

“But there is.”

I scowl. “What’s wrong? Is Reid making your life miserable at work? I’ll talk to him if that’s the case. I told him to leave it alone.”

“This has nothing to do with Reid. This is about…us.”

“There is no us.”

“I know.” He meets my gaze. “Can I come in? Please? I just need five minutes.”

I sigh.

“Please?” His voice is soft and warm and earnest.

I can’t seem to say no to him, so I step back and open the door. “Fine. You have five minutes.”

He comes in and holds out the flowers. “These are for you.”

I take an inadvertent step back, like they’re offensive. “I don’t want anything from you.”

“I know. But they’re part of my apology.”

“What exactly are you apologizing for?” I narrow my gaze, my face tight.

“I said something stupid, but it wasn’t true.”

I frown. “You can’t take any of the things you said back, Cash.”