Eva’s POV - One Week Later

I’d gotten very good at making myself invisible.

Cole came to the store three times that week, and each time I found somewhere else to be. Stockroom. Back office. Bathroom. Once, I’d actually hidden behind a display of cashmere throws while he spoke with Sarah about quarterly projections.

Pathetic, I told myself. You’re a grown woman hiding from your boss like a child.

But it was easier than facing those cold, dismissive eyes. Easier than being reminded ...