Chapter Twelve
‘ K ate?’
A knock at the door brought her back from an Excel spreadsheet. She blinked her vision back from the computer screen and focused on the door, waiting a moment for her vision to clear.
‘I know you’re in there. Hiding.’
She sighed and dropped her head into her hand.
‘I want to talk to you.’
‘I’m working,’ she said.
Moments passed. ‘Katie. Please open the door.’
‘Don’t call me Katie.’ There was only one person who called her Katie, and it was reserved for Olivia.
‘If you don’t open this door I’ll drill the lock out of it.’
‘I don’t want to talk.’
‘I’ll do it.’
She knew he would. But despite that, she owed him an explanation if nothing else. Sighing, she walked from the desk and stopped in front of the closed door, hand on the doorknob. She took a steadyin
