He’s going to leave me. He’s found someone else. Someone better.
Charlie Huxley had the power to hurt me, and that alone was terrifying enough.
I pulled the door open, and Blakely was on the phone, and I saw the way her gaze widened as she took me in.
I could see the concern, but I shook my head and hurried down the hall, stepping inside my office before slamming the door.
I will not cry.
I will not cry over a man.
Hells to the no.
The first tear broke free, and my bottom lip wobbled.
My office door flew open, and there stood Charlie Huxley. He was holding those goddamn pink roses.
What did he do, take them from her?
“Get out!” I shouted.
He smirked. “You jealous, Firefly?”
“Stop calling me that. What do you call her? Ladybug? Hottie-Pants?” I sniffed as he set the flowers on my desk and smiled at me like the whole thing was hilarious.
I picked up the bouquet and chucked it at his head.
He caught it, of course, because the man had unusually good hand-eye coordination.
“I’d be pissed off at how ridiculous you’re acting if I wasn’t in such a good mood,” he said, setting the flowers back down on my desk.
“You’d be pissed off? You don’t see me tucked in a cozy closet with the door closed, handing a man flowers and fawning all over each other!” I shouted.
“It’s an office, not a closet, and the door wasn’t shut. But we did need some privacy, so I had it cracked open.” His lips twitched the slightest bit before turning up in the corners.
Did he seriously think this was funny?
“I’ll bet you did. I can’t wait to hear the nickname you call her.” I arched a brow in challenge.
“I call her ‘Logan,’ because that’s her name. Logan Hawkins, the attorney that’s helping me with my custody stuff for Harper.”
My breath caught. “Logan Hawkins is a woman?”
Why did my voice sound more like a squeak now?
“Yep. And she’s married to a good friend of mine, Jonas Hawkins,” he said.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I’d overreacted, per usual.
“Oh. Well, she seems lovely. Are these flowers for me?” I reached for the bouquet, even though half the petals had fallen off, but I pretended not to notice as I brought them to my nose, trying to play off the fact that I’d just freaked out over nothing.
“Why the hell did you storm out of there? What did you think I was doing?”
“I thought you were having an affair.” I sighed, setting the mangled flowers on the desk. “Well, no. Logically, I knew that wasn’t your style. Even when I was storming out of there.”
“Need I remind you that you’re the one who barely acknowledges that we’re dating. I’m the one who wants to make this relationship public. I’m the one that wants to take things further. Yet you think I’m cheating on you? For fuck’s sake, Violet. Make up your goddamn mind about what you want,” he hissed.
