Rosemary shot a curious glance between her and Tony before waving goodbye, while Dolly disappeared into the back room.
Tony stepped toward the desk. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“I know. Because we’re not friends. We’re not anything.” Plus, she didn’t want to encourage all of his dropping-by-her-house stuff. She hadn’t thought he’d then resort to dropping by her work.
His lips thinned with a scowl, and he looked down, pushing his hands into his pockets. When he glanced up again, there was resolve in his eyes. “Look, I just came to tell you that I’ve changed my plans and I’m leaving soon, so this is your last chance.”
“My last chance for what?”
“Youknowwhat. Us.”
Was he actually serious? “Tony, I don’t know how else to say this. There has never been, and will never be, anus.”
His jaw clenched. “It wasalwayssupposed to be us. You didn’t even give me a chance! You’re really throwing it away for that steroid-using bodybuilder?”
“Get out.”
He stepped closer.
“Get. Out!”
“You’re making a mistake,” he seethed before turning and storming out of the center.
Sky swallowed, taking several deep breaths to push down her anger. She’d just turned away from the door when the ding of it opening sounded again.
“Tony, I—” She spun around and stopped at the sight of Becket.
His eyes narrowed. “Tony was here?”
“No…I mean, yes, he was, but he’s gone now.”
The muscles in Becket’s arms bulged, and he looked like he wanted to turn around and go find the man.
Sky quickly moved forward, touching his arm. “Hey. I’m okay.”
He studied her face. And suddenly, with him so close, the scent of him surrounding her, the nightmare from last night hit her at full force. The flames. The heat. Becket in the middle of it all.
“Sky?”
She blinked to see Becket looking down at her, now frowning. “Sorry. I’ll just get my bag and we can go.” She hurried toward the office before Becket could ask if she was okay…because she wasn’t.
But she should be. It was just a nightmare. And she needed to shake it off.
Dolly sat in the corner of the room, filing her nails. She looked up. “Oh, done with Mr. Not So Right?”
“Done. And Becket’s here, so I’m heading out now.”
“Full house today. No worries, darlin’. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
As soon as she returned to the foyer and saw Becket again, that familiar nausea hit her belly.
Stop it, Sky. It was just a dream. The past isn’t repeating itself.
She forced a smile to her lips. “Ready to go.”
“Great.”
