Page 92 of To Have and To Hold
As soon as she saw Evan, she averted her eyes, returning her attention to the paper. “I’ll get this done right now.”
“Thanks.” Baz turned away. “Mornin’, man. You look…” Baz laughed. “You look like you could use some coffee. There’s some in the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” Evan stopped by his desk to set down his phone.
Becs pretended to be fully engaged in the information on the pages in front of her. She’d spent the entire morning reminding herself that what happened last night only happened because Evan had been drunk. He never would’ve shown up at her house, never would’ve slept in her bed if he had been sober.
And she never would’ve slept quite so soundly, either.
It was surprising how well she’d slept, considering his big, warm body had been in the bed with her. Usually, she was completely distracted by him. Last night, somehow, she’d managed to sleep even when he’d practically wrapped himself around her and held her through the night.
It meant nothing.
She knew that.
She even accepted that.
And because of that, she’d been angry when she woke up this morning. Not the norm for her, for sure. She’d been angry and hurt that he had the gall to do that. Having been pushing her away for the past two weeks, it hurt to think about his intentions when he showed up on her doorstep.
Thank God nothing happened. As much as she’d wished it had, Becs knew she never would’ve forgiven herself if she’d had sex with him. Sure, it would’ve been fun—probably even the most exciting thing to happen to her in years—but the cruel light of day would’ve come soon enough, and she could only imagine the tormented look she would’ve seen on Evan’s face.
Someone cleared their throat.
Becs nearly jumped out of her chair, her gaze swinging up to see Evan standing directly in front of her desk.
“Can we talk?”
“About?” She shuffled the papers.
“Last night.”
“Nothing happened last night,” she said, moving the papers aside so she could get to her keyboard.
“Becs, I’m—”
“Don’t!” she snapped, glaring up at him. She lowered her voice so as not to disturb Luca and Darius. “Don’t apologize. I’m getting tired of hearing it.”
He started to open his mouth, but he closed it quickly.
“If you don’t mind, I’ve got work to do.”
With a soft sigh, Evan walked away, heading for the kitchen.
Becs took several deep breaths, eyeing her computer monitor and willing the tears to stay neatly hidden. She would not cry because of him. She’d done enough of that in her lifetime. No way would she cry over a man who was about as stable as one of those giant yoga balls. Emotionally, anyway.
One day, she would find a man who didn’t see her as a revolving door in their life. Until then, she was done with men.
Even as the sentiment rang in her head, she pretended not to look longingly toward the kitchen.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Are you startin’ to worry yet?”
Brantley didn’t look at Reese. He didn’t want the man to see the panic that had set in about an hour ago. They’d spent the entire day bouncing back and forth from HQ to the house, both of them looking for the rings and doing their best not to tip JJ off to the fact they were missing.
Unfortunately, Brantley had to call it. They were definitely missing. He could no longer lean on the excuse that they were misplaced because they had searched high and low. Nothing.
“JJ’s gonna kick our asses,” Reese noted as he headed for the refrigerator and flung it open. “I’m starvin’. You hungry?”
