Chapter 27: Unwanted Celebrations

I’ve never felt so at home behind my desk. The storm from last night is long gone as the sun shines over the bay. Allie sits across the room, sipping on her water as those brown eyes scan the screen with precision. Beauty aside, she was still an incredible woman. Just not mine. A physical shudder runs through her and I cock an eyebrow.

“Everything alright over there?”

“Yep. Just thinking about all the different ways Zelia has access to killing me.”

I suck in a sharp breath, choking on my own spit. Her fingers continue to type away as I reach for my double espresso. She didn’t need to remind me that Zelia could burst through the door any minute. Would she be able to tell what happened last night just by looking at me? Can I really hide a broken heart behind a tired smile and a cup of coffee?