"Help me with my tie."
Tyrone's cold voice interrupted Carla's thoughts. She followed his gaze and saw the tie in her hand. He had pulled it off and put it there before he could put it on.
The navy blue printed tie, low-key, calm, elegant, and luxurious, did look like something Tyrone would wear.
Carla handed it to him. Tyrone didn't take it but bent over and leaned closer.
The scent of pine hit her face. Carla stopped her hand in mid-air and stared at him blankly.
Tyrone's face was calm, and he didn't seem to think there was anything ambiguous about such an action. His eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses stared straight at her.
"My hands are dirty. Help me tie it."
His tone was casual, without a hint of avoidance.
Carla blinked her eyelashes, looked away first, and let out a sof
