Abigail
Finnegan's coffee? Check.
His itinerary had already been printed and was placed on top of the morning reports, too.
Anger simmered in my veins because this was the first time I would be seeing him in a week.
Check a fucking million times.
I mean, sure, he had sent me a whole bunch of texts, but none of them had told me where he was or answered the question he had so guiltily avoided the last time he fucked and dumped me off like some cheap slut.
The elevator pinged, and the sound of the doors sliding open had my entire body stiffening and shaking with rage.
No, I would not lose my mind over a man. I was a calm, level-headed person.
I rose from my desk, watching him step off the elevator with Jason. Both of them were in the middle of a conversation. His eyes swept up, and then they fell on me.
My heart leapt into my throat at the sight of him.
