I was back at the office.
Dean’s office actually, at the Fletcher headquarters.
I jerkingly pulled out all the shelves, scanning the office for any clues on how to easily access the Rosetta Guide.
I gasped, and stumbled back when the door burst open suddenly.
Colt stood at the door, staring at me.
“What are you doing?”
“What are you doing?” I shot back, flustered. “This is my husband’s office.”
He continued staring at me, and when he raised his hand, I noticed the ice-cream cone.
I frowned at the oddity.
Who could have guessed this tattooed rogue enjoyed ice cream cones?
“I got this for you.” He raised the cone up like some offering, kicking the door shut with his boot. “But if you are going to be so hostile…” He continued, slowly crossing the floor towards me. “I’ll enjoy my
