Page 99 of His Reckoning

He glances at the screen, then at me. “You look distracted.”

“I’m working.”

“You’ve been staring at that spreadsheet for ten minutes.”

“I’m thinking.”

“Historically, that expression leads to problems.”

Dean drops into the chair across from my desk. “So …”

“So …”

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“You definitely are.” Dean studies my face for another second, smiling slowly. “Oh.”

“What?”

“Oh, this is about a woman.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re jumping to conclusions.”

“You’re not denying it very convincingly.”

“There’s nothing to deny.”

“It looks like you’re thinking about a woman.”

“I’m thinking about work.”

“Sure.” Dean leans back in the chair. “So, how’s the roommate situation going?”

“Fine.”

“She still living there?”

“Yes.”

“You two still pretending you don’t want to kill each other?”

“That was never the situation.”

Dean shrugs. “You snapped at Jordan yesterday, worked late, and now you look like someone just challenged your ego.”

“I’m very capable of controlling my ego.”

“That’s exactly what someone would say if their ego was currently being challenged.”

I lean back in the chair. “She’s stubborn.”

Dean smiles again. “That explains a lot.”