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“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to dawdle,” I responded.
“Well, I know how absentminded you are. But go get to work. And make sure Keenan is taken care of,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I responded, turning to leave.
I told myself I was tired, that this information about Josh—Davit—had thrown me off.
Tried to convince myself that was why tears burned at the back of my eyes.
Told myself I believed it, too.
I took a detour and went down to the cafe in the lobby and bought coffee, knowing the sad office brew wouldn’t cut it. I made it back to my office and then took two sips, hoping the hot drink would calm me.
“You bought coffee today. You didn’t make it?”
At the sound of a voice—his voice—I looked up and frowned.
“No. I didn’t make this,” I said.
I clammed up, feeling like an idiot for even speaking to him.
But when I looked at him now, I could halfway believe I had been mistaken. There was no hint of the man I had seen before.
Davit, the one with malice in his eyes. The one whose very being seemed to scream danger.
No, there was just Josh, my pal from work.
Those tears that I had held back before threatened to come again.
How fucking stupid was I?
Very.
There was no other answer to explain how I could think that after what he’d done. Instantly, the memory of the gun, how casually he’d held it, sprang to mind.
Terrified me.
Made me so angry I could hardly breathe.
“After what you did, you’d ask me about coffee?” I whispered, my voice trembling with rage.
He shrugged, appearing nonchalant as he walked deeper into the office and stopped to stand in front of my desk.
I stood, not that I was any match for him.
His shoulders were so broad they seem to block the entire doorway. And as he stood, he practically towered over me, a feeling that I wasn’t accustomed to.
At five foot seven, I was tall enough that most people didn’t seem massive, overpowering.
But as he stood in front of me, he did.
As I looked at him, I noticed how he seemed to dwarf me, my own broad shoulders— which had always been my bane—the curves that I knew would never go anywhere seemed almost dainty next to him.
Get a grip, Amy.
I chastised myself and then tried to focus.
He leaned close, close enough that I could smell his shampoo, the faint hint of mint on his breath.
