Aaron’s POV
I let out a short, flat laugh. “Don’t start.”
She opened her mouth, but I cut her off. “If you don’t have anything else to say, get out.” My voice was cold, final. “I have work to finish.”
Angela didn’t move.
Either stubborn… or stupid.
“I said get out,” I repeated, sharper. “I don’t need an audience.”
Instead of leaving, she walked past my desk and dropped onto the leather sofa in the corner.
I hissed under my breath. “Angela.”
“I’m not leaving,” she said without looking at me. “Not until you stop working and get some rest.”
I stared at her. Long enough for my jaw to tighten.
“Don’t act like my condition is any of your concern."
She finally looked up at me. Her gaze didn’t flinch. “You don’t have to attack me just because I care.”
I moved toward her, slow and delib
