Shirley
If I had known what kind of storm was waiting for me at work that morning, I might’ve stayed in bed.
I walked into the bar, humming under my breath and actually smiling for once. The night with Asher had been light—simple. A breath of fresh air after the chaos and confusion I’d been drowning in.
But that breath? It got yanked out of my lungs the second I stepped inside.
Because Dante Ryker was standing behind the bar, arms crossed, jaw clenched, and eyes blazing with a fire that made my stomach tighten.
The second he looked at me, it felt like he could set my skin on fire.
I blinked. “Good morning?”
His gaze narrowed. “Office. Now.”
No greeting. No explanation. Just that voice—low, commanding, dangerous.
Zara caught my eye from the other end of the counter. Her brows shot
