“Go home, Rory,” I say as I stand, fighting to keep my voice from betraying how terrified I am at what he might do.
What he might ruin.
“Halliday?”
“Enough is enough.” I look at him with a mix of pity and disgust.
Before my strength deserts me, I walk out.
Glancing back through the window as I rush down the sidewalk, I spot Rory.
He’s sitting with his head in his hands.
Like a man who’s lost everything.
“Don’t tell me he won’t see me!” I glare at the doorman outside Seasons.
Walking from the coffee place to Sterling’s office has allowed me more time to think. More time to get angry. So much of that anger is at Rory. And so much is at myself too.
But all of the energy bubbling beneath the surface, ready to fly out now, is for Sterling.
The doorman listens to something in his earpiece, his eyes on mine.
“Mr. Beaufort was on a call. I’m checking it’s finished.”
“And has it?”
He inclines his head, opening the door for me. “Go ahead, Miss Burton.”
“Thank you!” I snap, storming down the corridor.
Rory dropping in all those little things about my parents—he really enjoyed telling me those parts—and flying over here to use me again has started a storm inside me.
Bastard. Bastard. Bastard.
But at least my disdain for him is distracting me from the pain seeping through my veins at the way Sterling let me go with Rory. The way he didn’t let me explain.
The way he didnothing.
His office door hits the wall as I throw it open and rush inside without knocking.
“Is that it? This is how you’re going to be? You’re not going to listen to what I have to say? You’re going to let a guy like Rory turn up and ruin it all?”
“Hello, Hallie.” His blue eyes flick up from the paperwork he has in his hand momentarily. Then he takes his time signing it, before putting the lid on his pen and placing it down.
He sits back in his seat and runs a hand around his jaw, his eyes scanning over me and making my cheeks heat.
“How was your coffee?”
I stomp to his desk, ripping my coat off on the way and chucking it onto the sofa as I pass it.
“How was my coffee?” I splutter, screwing my face up.
He holds my eyes, looking completely unruffled, while I worry I might pop a vein at any minute.
“It’s good there. The beans are brought in fresh daily. That’s why I recommend it’s where you two go.”
“I have no idea how my stupid coffee tasted. You know why? Because I couldn’t drink a drop after the way things were left between us at your place.
