He stood outside his residence for a moment, waiting. He put his hand on the wall and knew she was in there.
But if he went back in there in the state he was in, he might do something rash and hurt her.
He turned away and headed to his work. Surely there, he could find something to keep his mind off his incredible kissing mate. Like the asteroid explosion and what exactly happened with the teams.
He’d just entered his team’s office, and he was stopped inside the door.
“You need to leave, you’re on vacation,” Driqan said as Phares entered.
“There was an accident. I’m here—”
“You are supposed to be on vacation. For at least a week. Go. We got this.”
Phares glanced around the room and saw his paternal.
Driqan waved his hand. “Stop. You need to go. Seriously.” he took a step toward him. “I heard you’re not alone up there in your chamber.”
“I have a companion, yes.”
“Bring her over tonight. We can have dinner. Introduce the females. Girls always like to have lots of friends." As he said that, he turned Phares around, and started walking him out of the offices.
“What are you doing? Our department is over there,” he said, gesturing behind him.
“Listen,” Driqan said, his voice low. “We’re still investigating what happened. It doesn’t look good for the department. It’s better if you’re not here.”
“How bad is it?”
“Remember when that ore chamber blew a few years ago, and the turmoil after?”
Phares nodded. It was a bad situation and the fallout over determining responsibility was tenfold worse than the actual accident.
“This is worse.”
He stared at Driqan.
“Your best defense in the situation is that you weren’t here. Right now, the higher-ups are looking for blame at losing a major mine.”
“What do they know so far?”
“Come to dinner. We’ll talk about it.”
Phares nodded. That he would absolutely do.
“And bring your female. Agot will love to meet her, I’m sure.”
Phares nodded. "You seem to know a lot about females."
Driqan shrugged. “They’re a strong variable, that’s for sure.”
That was no joke, Phares thought.
14
Jana stayed in the bed for a while and let the tears go. She didn’t know if it was five minutes or five hours.
Part of her was mad. That it was so rude of him to just walk out without a word. Even a “That was terrible” would have been appreciated because at least she’d know what he had been thinking.
But no.
