Page 121 of Sin

My eyes widen.

Wilder laughs once. “Okay. Weird answer.”

“Email me.”

“I did.”

Sin drags a hand over his face. “I’m handling something. I’ll check my phone after this call.”

I mouth, Handling something?

His gaze drops to my mouth. Bad idea. Terrible idea. Especially with his brother outside the door. And yet his eyes darken again because apparently we are both hopeless.

Wilder clears his throat. “Right. Well. The supplier from Denver is pushing back on the updated schedule. I need your sign-off before I call them.”

“Tomorrow.”

“They need it tonight.”

“Wilder.”

“Fine. I’ll email you again.”

“Good.”

Footsteps move away from the door. We both stay frozen until they fade down the hall. Then the elevator dings. Only when the sound disappears does Sin turn the lock fully and rest his forehead against the door.

For three seconds, neither of us speaks.

Then I whisper, “We forgot to lock the door.”

His shoulders shake once. I don’t know if it’s a laugh or a breakdown. Possibly both.

I grab his tie from the floor and hold it out. “You almost let Wilder walk in on us.”

He turns around slowly. His shirt is open. His belt is still undone. His hair is a disaster. He looks like sin made flesh, which is deeply inconvenient considering the circumstances.

“I managed to lock it.”

“At the last possible second.”

“Still counts.”

“It absolutely does not.”

He crosses back toward me. My pulse, traitorous and stupid, starts up again.

“No,” I say, pointing at him with his tie. “No. We are not resuming.”

He stops in front of me. “No?”

“Your brother almost caught us.”

“He didn’t.”

“You told him you were handling something.”

“I was.”