Page 215 of Sticks and Stones
She wasn’t angry, but instead, she looked…worried. That set off all kinds of alarm bells in his head.
What the hell was going on with her?
God knew he dealt with angry women all of the time, and when you told them it was over, fights erupted—except for now.
Redheads had tempers.
But this one didn’t erupt, and that made him hella suspicious. Greyson could read a room, and she was anything but angry.
So, he kept pushing to gauge what she said and did.
“Yeah, it’s been great, but I need to focus on my career, and like you said, you plan on going back to Seattle. It’s best if this ends here and now.”
As he spoke, she pulled on her coat and couldn’t believe this.
“And no more of this?” she asked, motioning between them.
“No.”
It was definitely time to get off of that ride. He’d slept with her a few days ago, and he needed to bail.
HERE.
AND.
NOW.
As he opened the door, he gently pushed her out and was forever grateful that he’d managed to not fall down that rabbit hole all over again.
“Drive safe,” he said, basically cutting her off as he grabbed his things and headed for the stairwell.
As he headed away, she blinked.
He didn’t even want to ride the elevator down with her, and that was problematic. She’d intended to see what the other two agents were up to.
It was freaking her out that she had no choice but to do the walk of shame down the hall with nothing on under her coat.
And what was she ashamed about?
Her mission failed.
If she didn’t sleep with Greyson, she couldn't get information.
This was a problem.
Well, now, she had to have a creative solution.
And that meant one thing.
She’d need to get information from someone else, and that only left two men.
And one of them was gay.
But the other…
Not.
So.
