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She steps sideways with no argument. Not like her at all.
“You okay?” I ask softly.
She sighs. “Everything seems to be harder these days. I’m not getting any younger.”
“I know, you old fossil, so take a hike and let me handle this before you end up with third-degree burns.”
She rolls her eyes at me, and I suppress the need to laugh at her. Seventy-five and as fiery as she was when she was in her twenties. Where does she think I got the sass from?
“Your mom rang earlier,” Mills says as she sits at the table.
“Oh.” I load up two plates and carry them to the table.
Millie frowns, her eyes setting into a hard gaze that’s locked onto my face.
“One day, you might want her back in your life. Take her calls, love.”
That will be the day hell freezes over.
Chapter 4
LAWSON
Ican’t take my eyes off the strawberry blonde across the white desk—well, table—from me. Her brown eyes bore into my head, as if she can make my brain implode with her super vision.
And... she has every reason to hate me.
Sweet Jesus.
Carlie Lamont raises one elegant-as-fuck eyebrow as she sits unnaturally still, waiting for Nadia to leave the room. Nadia runs off to collect something she forgot when she arrived, in a flurry of apologies, five minutes late.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck.” She stabs me with each syllable, and I brace for impact.
“Nice.” I grind my molars.
“Nice? I’m sorry, are you here in an HR capacity? Or for the business management gig? Because last time I checked, you were standing in the corner, chicken shit, while I was fired from the career that took me over a decade to build.”
“I’m not HR anymore,” I offer.
“Well, that’s great news for the working folk of New York.”
“Maybe we should try for a fresh start. We have to work together.”
I look around the room that feels a hell of a lot smaller than it did when I saw it yesterday. Could possibly be due to the fiery woman swallowing up all the fucking oxygen in the room.
She can hate me all she likes, but we have to work together, so we should at least try.
“A fresh start? Yeah, that’s not happening.” Carlie raps her nails on the desk.The woman holds a grudge...
She continues, “Why on earth did you apply for this job? Something to atone for?”
A smirk, albeit a stunning one, tugs over her mouth.
I force my gaze back to hers. “Something like that.”
She scoffs. “Fuck my luck.”
The mouth on her.
