Though it felt like a century.
Autumn knocked on the door. “Hey,” she said and pushed the door open. “You have a visitor.”
“Unless it’s Detective Stevens with an update, I really don’t want to deal with it.”
He could see her over Autumn’s shoulder.
Winter didn’t even bring her head up, her focus on the paperwork in front of her.
Autumn smirked and stepped out of the way. “Go on in.”
He raised his eyebrow.
Autumn shoved him forward and pushed the door closed behind him. The office wasn’t huge. Desk. Filing cabinets, two chairs that were absurdly close to one another on the other side of the desk.
“What are you playing at,” Winter said and looked up. “Oh.”
“If this is a bad time, I can—”
She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”
“And I’ve been meaning to talk to you too.”
She sighed and came around her desk, looking very business professional in her heels and that knee-length skirt.
Professional and sexy as hell.
Good grief, she was killing him.
How did she do that?
“Yeah,” she said, obviously not at all aware of the desire building in him by the minute. “Look I wasn’t in the right headspace the other day. I haven’t been in the right headspace for a while now. And I’m sorry for being a bitch.”
“You’ve had some shit thrown at you recently. I get it.”
“No. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t be understanding and all nice and shit.”
“Why not?”
“You need to be mad. Annoyed with me. Something.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“You should be. I’m a pain in the ass.”
He took a step toward her. “Maybe I like women who are pains in the ass.”
“You shouldn’t. We’re not worth the hassle.”
“Who said you’re a hassle?”
“No one.” She took a step back that put her against the desk, legs out, looking sexy as sin. “My ex.”
“He’s your ex for a reason, isn’t he?”
