Page 121 of His Reckoning

Melissa stands and grabs her bag.

“No,” she says, walking toward the door. “You hate that you might actually like him.”

“I do not like him.”

She opens the door and turns back with a knowing smile.

“You keep telling yourself that.” Then she pauses. “Oh, and, Kayla?”

“What?”

Her smile widens. “You’ve definitely met your match.”

Before I can throw something at her, she slips out into the hallway and pulls the door shut behind her.

I stand in the middle of the kitchen for a long moment before I look down at the laptop still sitting on the island.

My fingers itch, which is extremely annoying.

Apparently, Melissa isn’t the only one who’s right today.

* * *

The apartment door opens just after seven. My entire body goes rigid.

Great. He’s home.

I stare very hard at my laptop screen like the words on it are suddenly the most fascinating thing in the world.

The sound of Sawyer setting his keys on the counter carries through the apartment.

“Evening,” he says too calmly.

I don’t look up. “Hi.”

Silence stretches across the room.

I hear the refrigerator open and a bottle of water twisting loose.

A quiet sip … like last night didn’t happen. That’s somehow worse than what I expected.

My fingers hover over the keyboard. The cursor blinks impatiently.

Waiting.

I refuse to look at him.

“Melissa stopped by today,” he finally says.

My head snaps up immediately.

He’s leaning against the kitchen counter, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, watching me like he’s been waiting for that reaction.

“You knew that?” I ask.

“She texted Colton.”

Of course she did.