Abigail
It was five p.m. on the dot, but the office was so quiet, I thought maybe some apocalypse shit had gone down and swept everyone away.
Most employees had already left, but Finnegan's office light was still on. He hadn't smiled once since his mother stormed out earlier, and I'd tried all my usual jokes.
It had been a while since I'd seen him brood, and while he looked gorgeous as always, a happier Finnegan was always a hundred times hotter.
I finished reading the last email, grabbed my bag, and pushed open the door to his office.
I poked my head through, my hair tumbling over my face.
"Ready to go home?" I asked softly.
He grunted, barely glancing up from his screen. "Yeah."
That was all I got. A single tired grunt. Dammit, Gina. I'd already made so much progress on this man, and look what you did.
I may or may not have eavesdropped on the conversation. Was I too curious? Two angry Wolfes in one room, I was sure the building was going to explode.
