“Mr. MacAllister,” I reply, deciding to play along as we fall into step beside each other.
Without a word, he passes me a travel mug filled with coffee. It’s become our thing ever since the cold settled over town.
And if I’m being honest, I secretly love that he brings it to me at work instead of just leaving it waiting on the kitchen counter at home.
I flash him a flirtatious smile in thanks.
“Any meetings today?” he asks.
I frown. “No, why?”
“Because you look so fucking good in those jeans,” he says quietly, low enough that only I can hear him. “Pretty sure I’d agree to anything you asked me for if you said it nicely enough.”
Then, with a wink, he keeps walking and leaves me standing there all hot and bothered in the middle of an icy parking lot.
“I’m pretty sure it’s the boots,” I call after him before common sense can stop me.
He stops but doesn’t turnaround.
“The boots pull the whole outfit together,” I continue as I catch up to him. “They make my ass look incredible.”
I wink, then walk past him toward my office, taking a sip of my perfectly made coffee to hide my smile.
Between managing the ice rink and handling both Gio’s investments and my own, I barely have a second to breathe lately.
Thank God I live with the most caring and supportive man I’ve ever met.
If it weren’t for Miles cooking for me and physically dragging me away from work long enough to eat and take a break, I’d probably be an absolute wreck by now.
“Ms. Penny, someone’s here to see you,” Martin, one of the workers, says as he opens the door to my pod.
“Did you catch their name?” I ask as I get up from my chair and walk around my desk.
“No, ma’am. He just said he’s interested in doing business with you.”
I frown.
Who in Azalea Creek—besides Gio or Xander—would want to do business with me?
Martin hesitates.
“Actually, he said he would rather wait for you outside.”
The tension in his voice instantly puts me on edge.
I don’t have a good feeling about this.
I nod slowly, forcing a tight smile while my brain starts building an exit strategy in case this conversation goes sideways.
I grab my coat on the way out, thank Martin for coming to get me, and head toward the parking lot.
The second I spot the blue Maserati, every drop of blood drains from my body.
Mierda.
With the fuck-bliss I’ve been living in since moving into Miles’s place, I’d almost managed to forget about Easton and his ridiculous proposal.
“Pen,” he says brightly when he sees me.
