Chapter 7Two days later, Ama was still seething. She’d snapped at two people, one of them a client, and feeling profoundly guilty as well as still pissed off, she’d confined herself to her office. Where she’d pushed her desk against one wall and paced like a caged beast.
Someone knocked tentatively at her door and Ama swore aloud. “Who is it?” She’d cursed both because of her bubbling rage and her inability to smell who it was.
Unless it’s Rose, here to apologize, I don’t want anything to do with the outside world.
That realization took her by surprise and she admitted quietly, “I miss her. Damn it.”
“Ama, it’s Alex.”
She huffed a frustrated sigh. “Come in. Just don’t expect a warm welcome.”
He stepped in without rounded shoulders and a lowered head. And he closed the door behind him
