Page 137 of One Bossy Disaster


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Which means she’ll tear the company apart one department at a time until she finds the source of this treachery.

Whatever it takes, she’ll ferret them out.

Good.

That’s what I want from her, relentless bloodhound mode.

Even if I can’t turn her loose to do the hunting alone.

The next look she gives me, laden with suspicion and understanding, tells me she knows what we got up to this weekend no matter how much I dodge and deny it.

With Destiny in my arms, I can’t argue it didn’t happen. It’s obvious to anyone who sees us like this.

And that’s why I can’t let anyone else see us when we’re so rough and too real.

“That’s all, Miss Cho,” I say. “You can get back to work. Send me an action proposal once you’ve pulled it together, and I’ll grant you whatever resources you need.”

“Thank you, Mr. Foster.” With a brisk nod for both of us, she marches to the door and heads out. I can almost see a trail of fire in her wake.

She’s going to be a one-woman hellraiser until she has answers.

Destiny pulls back then, like she’s just realized how close we are.

And maybe she’s remembered what we agreed before we returned to Seattle.

This is definitely not the norm, but neither is the fucking sky tearing up and raining shards of hell-drama on our heads.

It feels impossible.

We’ve already crossed lines that can never be uncrossed. We obliterated them.

Still, I let her step back, allowing her the space to think.

It’s a blustery summer day, the wind trying to clear a thin haze from wildfires further north. It makes the clear sunshine of what we shared on the Olympic Peninsula feel more distant than ever.

So does the silence settling between us.

The drone images that were posted online hit me fast and furious.

None were too incriminating, but I know how it looks to hungry bystanders with an appetite for scandal.

Me, Mr. Broken Engagement, spending intimate time alone with a new woman almost half my age.

Destiny laughing like I hung the sun in the sky.

She laughs a lot, but the way she did with me felt different. Or at least, that’s what I fooled myself into believing.

“At least Hannah seems to know what to do...” Destiny says at last.

“That’s her. Be glad she’s on our side.”

“She’s definitely efficient.”

“Terrifyingly so.” I nod at the chair in front of my desk. The same one she sat in, casual as can be, the first day she arrived.

To think there was ever a time when I despised her.

It’s unthinkable now.

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