Maybe only in the pages of the romance novel currently taking up space on my Kindle.
The reality is that he’s my boss.
And now he knows shit I can’t take back, knows some of the raw and wounded parts of me.
And after finding out…he left.
Which is as clear a message as I’ve ever received.
He’s still my boss—onlymy boss.
The only thing that’s changed is that he now has the knowledge to more effectively manage my skills.
And that’s it.
There.Done.
I take another gulp of pinot grigio, beg it to do its job and start numbing the edges of my thoughts.
Unfortunately, I’m about three more glasses away from that being my reality.
So, it’s down to refilling my glass and hoping that fresh air and work tire me out enough so that I can sleep tonight.
If that doesn’t work…maybe I’ll take up hiking.
I snort as I lean forward to replay a clip one of the video coaches pulled, but my finger doesn’t make contact with the screen because?—
“What’s funny?”
I scream.
There’s no hiding it. The sound that comes out of me is nothing short of ear piercing, and even as I’m scrambling toward my sturdiest pen—the better to do a stabby-stab with—my panic is fading, my subconscious already recognizing the person the voice belongs to.
Themanthe voice belongs to.
I glare over at Damon, barely resisting the urge to clamp a hand to my chest, the better to steady my racing heart. “You’re adding breaking and entering to your stalking and kidnapping charges?” I ask drolly.
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t move except to cross his ankles and lean back more heavily against my deck railing.
“Hanging on your porch till you come home and taking you somewhere private for a conversation don’t exactly count as stalking and kidnapping.” He lifts a shoulder in an indolent shrug. “And it’s not breaking or entering if you leave the side gate unlocked.”
I scowl. “Not sure that argument would hold up in court.”
“Good thing we’re not in court then.”
Ugh. Why is this man so infuriating?
“You going to tell me why you’re here?” I grumble.
Another lazy shrug.
“You going to leave?”
One more lackadaisical lift and fall of his shoulders that has me seeing red.
I clench my teeth together then ask archly, “How about we move on to harassment? Or trespassing?” I flick up my brows. “Seems as though you’re a repeat offender on both those counts.”
His lips twitch.
