BLAISE'S POV
I push the door to Jack’s office close, and he lifts his gaze.
“Get out,” he snaps, his eyes darkening.
Instead of retreating, I draw closer and slide into a chair, leaning back with one brow raised.
“How long are you planning to stay mad at me?”
He exhales sharply, his jaw ticking with barely contained anger. I’ve seen worse from him, and honestly? The worst he can do right now is punch me in the nose.
“Get out before I rearrange your face this morning,” he growls.
I pull out the hockey tickets I got and slide them across his desk. “Or…we can catch the game together. No face rearranging. How about that?”
He rubs his jaw, shooting me a dark look from beneath his lashes. His eyes flick to the tickets and back to me and I can practically see him restraining himself. On
