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“Where are you going?”

I stop in the doorway, holding up the form. “I need Kay’s signature.”

Gia’s lips press into that thin line again.

“What?”

She leans forward on her desk. “When are you two going to make up? This cold shoulder shit between you two iskillingme.” Her eyes practically bug out of her head with how hard she emphasizes it.

“Oh, I’m sorry I don’t want to make up with thatsociopathjust because it’s causingyouagony, Gia.” I nearly crumple the form in my clenched hand, though I’d prefer to crumple something a little more substantial. Shatter some more glass perhaps. Take a bat to his car. Nothing extreme.

Gia holds up her hands in a mock sign of surrender. “Sorry, I don’t mean to insert myself. I’m just calling it like I see it.”

“Which is what?” I cross my arms, leaning against the doorway, settling in for a moment because I can sense a Gia speech coming.

“You two are just soperfectfor each other!” She waves her perfectly manicured hands animatedly. “You both have that same type of broody badassery. It’s why I love you both. Leo and I had problems, too, in the beginning, and we took a long break. But we set aside our differences and came back to each other. I know you both can, too. Do you even know why you’re mad at each other?”

“He told me I wasn’t wanted,” I tell her, deadpan.

“Yeah, and when did he say that to you?”

“When he was making a deal with a criminal coworker, or partner, whatever the fuck the word would be.” I straighten, annoyed. “Does itmatter?”

“Why do you think he told you that? He was trying to get youawayfrom the criminal coworker/partner/whatever the fuck who isdangerous. I would know. I worked for him.” Gia leans back in her chair, crossing her arms, clearly the annoyed one now.

I don’t respond. Mostly because I don’t knowhowto respond because Ihateadmitting when I’ve been wrong.

Honestly, I hadn’t thought of that. I was so wrapped up in my feelings for Kay I couldn’t stop to think he was doing it to save me. I’m so accustomed to always saving myself…

What would happen if I let someone else save me for a change?

I raise the form in the air. “I’m going to go take this to him now.”

As I turn to leave, heading down the hall, Gia shouts after me, “Go kiss and make up!”

I sincerely hope he didn’t hear that, but his door’s closed, so probably not. But even that action strikes me as odd. Heneverused to close his door. I always thought it was because he liked to see when I’d walk past each time, and my assumption probably wasn’t that far off, now that I think about it.

My knock on the door is light, and I have to rap my knuckles on the surface a few times before I hear a sharp, “Come in.”

Slowly, I open the door to find Kay hunched over his laptop, intently focused on the screen. Standing in the doorway, I wait for him to acknowledge me, and even that takes a moment.Thatirritates me.

Finally, he glances up. “What can I do for you, Talia?”

His detached tone makes me feel cold in places he used to make me feel warm.

“I have a form I need you to sign.”

Without looking at me, he holds out his hand, and I walk over to hand it to him. I feel like I’m waiting for… well,anything. A sultry glance, something crass to come out of his mouth, some cruel intention to mess with me, but he quickly scribbles his signature and hands it back to me with barely a look.

“Thanks,” I say, still standing in front of his desk, waiting for something… foranything.

When I don’t move after a few long moments, he looks up and asks, “Can I do something else for you?”

Look at me like you used to,I think to myself.Flirt with me, touch me, kiss me, love me, everything.

“No,” I say. “That’s all.”

It almost physically pains me to walk away.

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