"Absolutely."
We'restanding too close now.
I should step back. I should go inside.
Instead, I say, "For what it's worth, I'm glad you're here."
She looks up at me, brows knitting together. "You are?"
"You're exactly the kind of talent Titan needs." I pause. "Even if the timing is cosmically terrible."
She laughs. ”Cosmically terrible is putting it mildly." She takes a breath. "Okay. So…starting Monday, you're just my boss and I'm just your employee."
"Exactly."
"Great."
"Perfect."
Neither of us budges.
"We could probably go back inside now,” Emma says.
"Probably."
"Right.” She's smiling now—that same smile from Miami that made me forget why I don’t do more than one night. With anyone.
She exhales. "This is going to be impossible, isn't it?"
I look at her—really look at her—and know that she's right.
Working with Emma while pretending I don't remember the way she tastes, the sound of her laugh, the feeling of her falling asleep in my arms?
This is going to be a shit-show.
But I shake my head, taking a step forward. “If you can do it, so can I.”
She peers up at me again. And I’m sure she’ll respond.
But she doesn’t, turning instead.
Then she's gone, slipping back into the reception.
Leaving me alone. On the balcony.
With the city lights below and the certainty that I just made everything infinitely more complicated.
Logan was right.
I'm so goddamned screwed.
Chapter five
~EMMA~
My new apartment is a shoebox.
And no, not metaphorically.
