Damien

Amber’s green gaze narrowed. I’d seen this woman happy. What I was viewing now wasn’t even close to happy.

“Let me in,” I demanded.

“I have a job to get to.”

I reached high for the doorjamb. “I don’t give a fuck. We’re going to talk.”

“Fine,” she said, taking a step back.

Following her inside, it took all my willpower not to physically attack her for what she’d done. When it came ...