His head jolts back like I’ve physically slapped him. “Excuse me?”
My tone doesn’t waver. “You heard me.”
His hazel eyes narrow into slits as he glares down at me. “It’s bad form to speak to your boss that way.”
I laugh, but the sound is humourless. “Youare not my boss. Your brother is. I don’t know what your fucking problem is, Noah, but I want no part of this childish game you’re playing. I’m just here to do my job.”
“My problem is you. You thought you could just break my best friend’s heart and then come back years later and we’d all just carry on as if nothing happened?”
I step closer, my anger only growing. “What happened between me and Killian, is our business. Not yours. I made it clear in my interview that I wouldn’t let our historyinterfere with my job. And I haven’t. The only person causing problems here, is you.”
“Have you noticed that you haven’t seen him around here lately?” Noah questions.
Yes. I did notice that.
When I don’t respond, Noah continues, “that’s because he hasn’t been back here since you started working here. Won’t even answer my calls. I wonder why that is?”
“What Killian does isn’t my business, Noah. Just like our relationship isn’t yours. I’m here to do my job and go home, that’s it.”
I turn to walk away from him, wanting this conversation to be over but his next words have me halting in my tracks.
“Why haven’t you told him about Montana?”
And there it is. The thing that’s really been bothering him.
I whirl on him. “Why haven’tyou-” my words die on my tongue when I find Killian standing behind Noah, his eyes dartingbetween us.
“Told me what?”
CHAPTER 13
KILLIAN
Iwitness the exact moment Noah recognises my voice coming from behind him.
His entire back goes rigid, and I imagine he’s probably wondering just how much of that conversation I heard.
The answer is, too damn much.
My eyes dart back and forth between the pair as I wait for one of them to explain what the fuck it is I seem to be missing.
“Well?” I prompt, crossing my arms over my chest.
Daisy resembles a deer caught in the headlights of a semi-truck. “K-Killian,” she stutters.
“Hmm?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
She looks at Noah. “Ah-ah,” I shake my head. “Don’t look at him.”
Her eyes, that she hasn’t once trained on me since she returned, snap back to me, focusing on my chest as I take a step forward, widely avoiding the shit-covered filly Noah is still holding onto. “Tell me what he’s talking about, Dais.”
Daisy’s mouth opens before it closes again, and I feel my patience begin to snap.
A deeply unsettling feeling begins to swirl within me as her eyes dart back to Noah once more before coming back to me, glistening with unshed tears.
“I went to find her,” Noah speaks up from behind me, his voice lacking the confidence it had five minutes ago.
Ever so slowly, I turn to him. “Come again?”
