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I could do this. For Penelope.
Maybe if Kane and I spent time together working toward a common goal we could actually get along.
Who was I kidding?
We’d spent more time together over the last couple of days and were unraveling at a rapid clip.
Be mature. Don’t let him get to you.
With every step toward the laundry room, I pretended to feel more confident than I was.
When I reached the doorway, my steps faltered. Kane had on reading glasses, his face buried in a folder. He’d loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar.
If he wasn’t talking, he was incredibly handsome.
“I appreciate that you can’t take your eyes off me, and if you want to pay me to do that it’s your call, but it’s late and we have things to discuss.” He spoke without looking up.
Because he was all-seeing.
And just like that, I was totally off-balance once again.
“You are obsessed with money.” I reached for my tea and took a long swallow. It had cooled, but provided enough of a distraction to help me regroup.
He patted the washing machine. “Have a seat.”
Was that a good idea? Maybe I should get a phone. Could we have a conversation that way without getting into an argument?
He stared when I didn’t immediately move. Like he could outwait me until he got what he wanted.
“Hold this, please. I don’t want to spill it.”
He accepted my mug as I struggled to get on the washing machine. It was taller than it looked and I wasn’t as young as I used to be.
Kane offered no help.
I wasn’t sure if that made me mad or made me respect him. Probably both.
After some wriggling and an extra effort to push myself up, I made it. I shoved the hair that had fallen into my face out of the way and snatched my tea back.
He closed the folder and set it aside.
“Are you working on other cases on my time?” I asked incredulously.
“I don’t have anything to go on yet since you’ve told me nothing.” He braced both palms on the dryer.
“You won’t let me talk about it,” I cried. He was unreal.
And of course two seconds into this, my temper was already spiraling out of control.
He grinned.
I wanted to smack him.
Only he could elicit such a response. I wasn’t a violent or angry person... unless I was around him.
He’d riled me up on purpose.
He pulled a few documents out of the folder. “Until we get these signed, I can do whatever I want with anything you say.”
