Sebastian stared at the spreadsheet on his monitor, but the numbers kept blurring. He rubbed his temples, trying to focus, but his mind kept drifting back to Rylee and that man. He was the one he met at the bookstore.
Sebastian’s jaw tightened. He slammed the laptop shut.
A knock sounded on his office door.
Before he could answer, Maya pushed it open and stepped inside, wearing a fitted dress and a bright smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
“There you are,” she said, breezing in like she owned the place. “I made dinner reservations. We have to leave in twenty minutes.”
Sebastian blinked. “Dinner?”
“Yes,” she said, dropping her purse on his desk. “You’ve been stressed. You need a break. And I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“I’m not going,” he muttered, leaning back in his chair. “I wa
