Page 28 of Accidental Theirs
“I’m here on business.”
“Liar.” He gives me a small smile, though, and I can tell he’s not as irritated as he seems. “She’s had a long day. Let me go and introduce you, see if she’ll see you.”
I nod tightly. It’s the best I can hope for, really.
He disappears into her big office and hushed whispers come through the door. Nothing I can make out, unfortunately.
I rub my palms on my slacks, waiting.
Roland exits the office and nods at me, and I sigh, walking into her office without knocking.
“What are you doing here, Dominic?” She stands up. “I was just leaving.”
“I’ll walk you out.”
She stands there, staring at me with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I just give her my best smile, and she sighs, grabbing her laptop bag and purse and walking past me out of the office.
I follow closely behind, not sure what to say now that I have her attention.
“You didn’t bring your car?”
She shrugs. “I live right across the street. Seems pointless to drive to work.”
She struggles a little with her laptop bag, and I take it from her.
She huffs but doesn’t protest.
I expect her to make small talk as we walk, but nothing. She keeps her mouth shut.
“I’m sorry that I keep showing up. It’s just that... I want to talk to you.”
“If it's about getting back together, you can hang it up.” She pauses, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “And that is what it’s about, right?”
“Not... exactly.”
She snorts and unlocks her door with the key, leaving the door open as she goes inside as if expecting me to follow.
Her apartment is even messier than I’d expected, clothes everywhere, cat hair all over the furniture.
“I know, I know,” she fusses, trying to clean up. “I’m worse than Ford.”
I chuckle.
I roomed with her brother, Ford, back in college, and they’re both two of the messiest people I’ve ever met. At least with Olivia, you can blame it on working too much.
What excuse does Ford have?
I put down her laptop bag. “I just wanted to have a conversation.”
She turns, crossing her arms over her chest. “Then talk.”
I stare at her, at a loss for words for a moment.
Then I sigh. “I still love you.”
She turns her gaze away, a bitter chuckle coming from the back of her throat. “I wish that mattered.”
