“You’re not going to go away until I listen to what you have to say, are you?”

He stood with his hands shoved in his suit pants and a desperate look on his face. “No,” he said.

With a huff of annoyance, she gave in. “Fine,” she said throwing her arm out to indicate he should go in and sit in the living room.

She closed the door as he stepped past her and she caught his scent. Her eyes closed momentarily before she got herself under control. She was mad at him. ...