Without another second of hesitation, she slammed her locker shut and practically ran toward Roman’s office.

He was seated behind his desk when she burst in. Papers scattered, his pen rolled off the edge.

“Desiree?” His brows lifted in surprise. “Hey, babe. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but didn’t we agree to no more surprise visits to my office?”

“I know,” she said, out of breath. “But this is important. I couldn’t wait.”

Roman leaned forward, concern replacing ...