Riley's POV

"I'm sorry," Brett says for the fifth time this morning, hovering anxiously as I make coffee. "I shouldn't have raised my voice at Marcus yesterday. I know it triggers you when men yell."

I set my mug down harder than necessary, the ceramic clinking against the counter. “Brett, you disagreed with your assistant about a business decision. That’s normal.”

He shifts in his chair, eyes flicking away. “But I saw your face when”

“Stop.” I swivel toward him, my arms crossing. ...