![]() ![]() “That’s why I’m here asking the question. She said she’s been trying to reach you.” “Detective Balsamo called me this morning. She must have walked to the windows or the seating area on the other side of the room. Her voice became more distant, and I had to strain to hear. I pictured her squinting her eyes as she spoke. ![]() “What were you doing in here?” Samantha asked. Had I learned nothing from my mistakes?įeeling vulnerable, I tiptoed to the door and pressed my ear against it. What was I doing? I’d set ground rules and promptly broken them the first time Chase pushed a little. The serenity I’d felt not three minutes ago was long gone-replaced by its evil friend, paranoia. Great, the VP of human resources had just walked into Chase’s office, and it probably still reeked of sex. I was even more certain of that when I heard Samantha’s voice. Looking in the mirror now, there was no doubt I’d made the right choice. I’d scurried into the bathroom so Chase could answer the door to his office. ![]() My cheeks were flushed, my hair was a disheveled mess, and I looked exactly what I was. ![]()
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