"And Lisa, cancel my six o'clock for tomorrow. Make reservations at Thorpe's. I'm taking Aurora out for dinner instead. I've been neglecting her."
I shake my head, silently telling him I understand that he's been busy with work, but the granite look in his greyish green eyes tells me it's non-negotiable. He's missed me too.
His eyes don't leave mine as he finishes his call. He doesn't so much as take a step towards me as he puts his phone down on his desk quietly.
His actions are so precise and controlled, and I'm in awe because when I'm near him, all my control disappears.
The top two buttons of his Ralph Lauren shirt are undone, and his dark brown hair is slightly dishevelled from the countless times he'll have run his hands through it in frustration throughout the day. That thought
