Rowe stepped into the room, his dark eyes intense.“Are you okay?”
The words to get him to leave died on her lips.Okay?No, she wasn’t okay.
“Not really.”It was no use lying.
A muscle twitched in his jaw, and he closed the door behind him.Trapping her.Trapping them.
Lexie pulled her purse out of the drawer.Opening it, she began searching for her keys.He was in her space again, and she didn’t like it any better than she had last night.He liked to close in whenever she was vulnerable.
Just like the wolf he was.
He crossed the room, watching her so hard she felt the heat.He didn’t stop until he was straight across the desk from her.“That never should have been handled that way.”
Yet it had been.Somehow she wasn’t surprised.
He braced his hands flat on the oak surface.“Which one of them did it?”
Her head snapped up.Had she been that transparent?
“You know what I’m talking about.You suspect one of them.Which.One?”
Tara or Landers.The answer popped into her head, but she refused to let it cross her lips.Lowery had just looked green—although he was the computer geek and had the skills to pull off something of this caliber.
“Damn it, Lexie.Why didn’t you say something?”
“Accuse them?”she said with a disbelieving laugh.“In front of my father?”Yeah, that would have gone over well.She returned her attention to her purse.“You heard him, it doesn’t matter if it’s me or not.”
“That’s bullshit.Of course, it matters.”
She pinned Rowe with a look, upset and angry enough to challenge him back.“I would think this would make things simple for you.Wasn’t it last night that you were warning me I was about to be let go?”
“That has nothing to do with this,” he practically snarled.“Besides, nothing is ever simple with you.”
No, things between them were definitely getting more complicated by the minute.
“Well, just so you know, it wasn’t me,” she said.“I wasn’t lying in there.”
“I know.”
“Really?”For some reason, she couldn’t let it go.“Then why did you ask me to explain the connection to Underhill?”
His head dipped for a long second then he rolled his neck until he stared out the window.The city was bustling outside, unaware of all the drama going on twelve floors up.“I was told it was you.I didn’t check close enough to make sure.”
“Couldn’t get past the cleavage?”The words were out before she could stop them, and they surprised even her.Why was she poking him with a stick?Worse yet,sex?
His attention slowly swung back.“Honey, if I was looking at your cleavage, we’d both know it.”
They watched each other, his brown gaze sizzling, until she couldn’t stand it any longer.Heat flushed her cheeks and she dropped her chin to her chest.She began pawing through her purse.What was wrong with her?She was usually much more affable, submissive even.She’d spent weeks avoiding this man in the hallways.
Yet now he was a hot button she couldn’t stop pushing.
Rowe raked a hand through his hair then backed away.Settling against the arm of the chair in front of her desk, he watched her fumble for her keys.“When I took a second glance, it was plain as day.The woman on that billboard is not you.”
There was no question in his voice at all.He really did believe her.But why?“How can you be sure?”she asked before she could stop herself.
“There were differences.”
“I couldn’t see any.”
