Page 82 of The Don’s Virgin Obsession

I kept walking. “Nothing happened.”

“Yeah, okay.”

I rolled my eyes. “You and that damn yeah, okay.”

“‘Cause you’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

She looked at me for a second before smirking. “Y’all went from married couple to divorced parents real fast.”

I laughed. “We are not a married couple.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

I walked off before she could keep going.

That surveillance shit changed something. What stuck with me most was that I still couldn’t decide if Vaughn overreacted or if I actually felt guilty.

I hated that part.

By lunchtime, I still hadn’t really seen him. Just little glimpses. Him outside on the phone. Him talking to contractors. Him walking through units with his hands in his pockets, looking irritated about something.

Probably me…

Every time I almost looked too long, I stopped myself.

Now, I was in one of the model units, reviewing furniture placement, when Denise walked in, holding paperwork.

“Vaughn approved the kitchen changes.”

I looked up. “He didn’t fight me on it?”

“No.”

That made me pause. “Okay…”

She handed me the paperwork. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”

She looked unconvinced but left it alone.

The workday kept moving.

Around six, most of the workers started leaving because rain was coming down hard outside. My crew and I stayed behind finishing a few things before wrapping up.

Laila walked in holding her purse. “Hubby and I are about to leave before this rain gets crazy.”

I nodded without looking up from my tablet. “Okay.”

She stood there another second.

“What?”

“You staying?”

“Just for a little bit.”