Page 64 of Love From Left Field (Knights of Passion)

Putting off adifficult and personal confrontation for later, she headed to Cole’s office, hoping to soothe any hurt feelings left by Seamus’s attitude towards Cole and his blunt attitude. Besides, she had no idea what to say to Lucas and she feared there was nothing she could say.

She knocked quickly and slipped inside to see Cole sitting at his desk, running a hand through his dark brown hair. “You’ll be bald if you keep doing that.”

He looked up and the anguish on his face stabbed her. “I can’t keep doing this, Miranda. He was always difficult, but he used to listen. Now, he is completely ignoring everyone, even you. I don’t know how much longer I can take.”

“Cole, he’s not feeling well. He’ll come around.”

“Will he? Ever since his heart attack, he’s been rougher, uncompromising. I can’t do this much longer.”

She sank into the chair, stunned. “Are you resigning?”

He looked miserable, eyes not meeting hers, shoulders hunched. “If things don’t change, yes. I’ll find something else. And if I don’t, it’s still better than being here.”

“Give me a few days, Cole. Please.”

“Stop making excuses for him. This is beyond not feeling well. And if he’s that sick, then he shouldn’t be here.”

She slowly rose to her feet, her legs shaking. “I promise; I will work this out.”

“You’d better, Miranda. Or I’m gone. And that’s not a threat but a promise.”

She nodded and walked out of the office. Shit was hitting the fan and she wasn’t sure if she could stop it.

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