Page 33 of Say My Name

Which, I totally was.

I turn around and flee but, in my anger, go the wrong direction. I refuse to turn around and walk by them again, so I stomp my way into Warrick’s office.

Before I can shut the door behind me, Warrick’s hand is on the doorjamb and he stops the door from shutting all the way.

“Imp,” he says. The charming smile on his face makes me want to lash out and wipe it from his lips.

“Warrick.” My tone would freeze a live flame if I let it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say with a shrug. “Just came to get some of the filing done.”

“I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to talk to you.”

Yeah. That’s not happening. “Who’s your friend?” I ask as if I don’t already know. As if I can’t guess exactly what was happening there.

“Friend?”

“You know, the blonde with an acre of hair and yardage of leg.” I can’t keep the irritation from my voice, and instead of looking guilty like he should, Warrick smiles at the jealousy in my tone.

“Celeste? She’s an acquaintance. Lives in the next town over. Are you jealous, Imp?” he asks with barely repressed amusement.

I scoff. “Not hardly. What you do in your free time is your business.”

“Because it kinda sounds like you’re jealous.” He scoots closer to me, until I’m caged between him and the desk. Before I can muster up a witty comeback, his mouth crashes into mine. I let him kiss me for three seconds, while I deal with the pang of hurt before I shove him back.

“Ew. No. You’re not going to flirt with the town homewrecker and then come kiss me. That’s not how this is going to work.”

“She’s just an acquaintance, Imp.”

“An acquaintance dropping by on Christmas. Sure. Sounds legit. You two looked awfully cozy with her hands on you. I’m sure Jenny thought Celeste looked cozy when she found her and her husband in bed together. You keep interesting company.”

Temper boils through me. Does he think I’m an idiot or something?

“She’s touchy-feely. I didn’t even notice to be honest.”

Didn’t notice her hands plastered all over him? Sure he didn’t. Also, it’s convenient how he doesn’t say anything about the homewrecker comment.

“Like I said, what you do in your free time is your business. I’m just here to work,” I say, keeping my tone devoid of the turmoil I’m in.

“I told her I was seeing someone.”

“What?”

“She stopped by to see if I was up for a repeat. I told her that I was seeing someone. She’s already gone. I sent her away. You have nothing to be jealous of, Imp.”

I roll my eyes while trying to corral my temper. “Not jealous. Now are you going to let me work or would you prefer that I leave?”

“You can work. But first we’re going to talk.”

“Not interested,” I bite out.

“That’s too bad. We’re still going to talk.”

Goddammit. “Fine. What do you want to talk about?”

“Hm. How about you not telling me that you’re fixing to sell your house?”

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