I scowl at Tess whose face is lit up so radiantly I can’t even be angry at her for outing me. “This is your fault.”
Once the horror ofthatencounter fades, Nate fills me in onwhat I’ve missed—which, frankly, isn’t much—before I show Tess to my own office.
She sits across from me while I work, legs pulled up onto the chair, scrolling through her phone but barely looking at it.
I try to focus on the spreadsheets piling up on my desk, but every so often, I glance up.
She’s still there.
Stillwatchingme, like she’s making sure I don’t disappear.
At lunch, Carina comes to collect her.
“C’mon, babe. Let’s eat.”
Tess hesitates, her fingers tightening around the chair’s armrest. For a second, her eyes linger on me, uncertainty flickering behind them.
I don’t push her. I don’t tell her to go.
I wait.
Then, finally, she nods and stands, following Carina out.
As the door swings shut, I let out a slow breath.
Relief floods me.
And then—guilt.
It settles deep in my gut like a stone.
I’m not used to someoneneedingme like this. Seeing me as their security blanket.
It should feel good, right?
But instead, it’ssuffocating.
Shoving the thought away, I bury myself in spreadsheets.
I don’t notice how much time has passed until I glance at the clock.
Three hours.
And Tess still hasn’t come back.
45
I Don’t Want To Think About It
Tess to Kai: I’m sorry. I don’t mean to annoy you. I just can’t get him out of my head. [unsent]
Tess
“Howareyou?”Carinaasks once we settle into a booth at a quirky café near Haven’s head office.
I groan and let my head drop onto the table. “I think I’m pissing Kai off.”
Carina arches a brow. “Why?”