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She laughs. “I’m certain that you will. Good night.” She disappears and I am on my feet in an instant. I exit my office and walk toward Reid’s open door, the sound of voices lifting in the air. His brother again, and I don’t care.

I enter Reid’s office and he looks up as I do, those blue eyes lit with expectation. He knows what he did. I know what he expects. For me to back off with Gabe present. I don’t. I cross to his desk and stop between them, leaning on the endcap of the desk to stare at Reid. “If you think your brother being here will shut me up, you’re wrong.”

“There are only a few things that shut you up and we both know it,” he replies dryly.

I ignore his reference to us fucking on this very desk. “I had every right to call Royce for the answers you won’t give me.”

“If you want information, ask me,” he says.

“I did. You said no.”

“You know what you need to know,” he replies arrogantly.

“What you want me to know is more like it.”

Gabe clears his throat. “Either you two need to get a room or I need to leave to give you this one.”

“Stay,” I say, looking at Gabe and then Reid. “We both know we don’t communicate when we’re alone.”

“On the contrary,” Reid counters. “Those one-on-one sessions have proven enlightening.”

“I think you use anything you can to distract me when we fight, your brother included, because I’m winning. And you don’t like to lose. This isn’t over. We aren’t done.” I turn and walk toward the door.

Once I’m in my office, I gather my things and I leave.

Hours later, I’ve finished a run, and I hate that I hoped to run into Reid. I hate that he’s become damn near an obsession. He’s all I can think about. Determined to get him out of my mind, I shower and have pulled on sweats to hunt down food when the doorbell rings with what has to be a delivery. No one but security, who brings the packages, can get up here without me knowing. I answer the door to find a small box in the guard’s hands.

Curious, and certain this must be from my father, I sit on the couch and open the box to find four pairs of panties inside. My heart starts to race and I reach for the card that reads: We agree. It’s not over and we’re not done.

Chapter nineteen

Carrie

Idon’t really spend a lot of time fretting over what to do about the panties Reid just had delivered. I curl up on the couch and call him. He answers on the first ring. “You got my package.”

Oh God, why does this man’s voice do funny things to my stomach? “And you,” I say, “tore my favorite panties today.”

“Favorite? Well then, I’ll have to give them a closer inspection. I was more interested in the woman wearing them.”

“You mean in shutting down my anger. Distracting me from the fight.”

“I like fighting with you, Carrie. Every time you get angry, I want to fuck you.”

“And yet you, intentionally pissed me off tonight when Gabe was in your office.”

“Connie was supposed to leave sooner than she left, and Gabe showed up without warning. Considering that fact, and how much I wanted to be inside you again, Connie did us a favor. Gabe would have interrupted and the office isn’t enough. I want you here with me.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“Why? You don’t want me to fuck you out of my system?”

“I don’t want to be laying in your bed when you say: ‘get dressed and go home,’ like you did in your office.”

He’s silent for two beats before he says, “That’s not going to happen.”

“I just—No.”

“Carrie.”

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