The moment I said those words His expression changed.
Not dramatically. Just enough for me to notice the tension settle deeper into his jaw and the way his eyes stayed fixed on mine.
For a second, I wondered if he was going to argue. But he didn't.
“If that’s what you want?” he asks, his voice quieter now, though there’s something underneath it that I can’t place.
I nod. “Yes.” The answer comes easier than I expect. “I think keeping things professional will make tomorrow easier for both of us.”
His eyes drop briefly to my face before returning to mine. “You think I hate you.”
It isn’t a question.
I look away. “I think you made yourself pretty clear.”
His jaw flexes.
“You heard one conversation,” he says.
“I heard enough.” I keep my voice calm because I don’t need to raise it. “I
