The click behind her sounded louder than it should have. Selene froze. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, and she held her breath. Slowly carefully she turned around.
Rafe was standing in the doorway, watching her.
Of course.
Her heart raced, but she forced her face to stay calm, neutral, like nothing was wrong. “What are you doing sneaking up on people?” she asked.
Rafe didn’t answer right away. His eyes shifted from her to the screen behind her, then back again.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he said finally.
Selene leaned casually against the console. “And yet, here I am.”
His jaw tightened. “This isn’t your place.”
“No,” she agreed. “But it’s becoming my problem.”
Silence stretched between them thick and uncomfortable.
Rafe stepped further into the room, the
