He can’t stand complicated feelings? Please, his are the messiest of all.
I shook off his hand. "Nope. Not into you."
Nicholas stared at me like I’d just stabbed him with a spoon. "Hey, I’m not that bad, am I?"
"You’ve got the thoughts but not the guts. I regret even listening to you in the first place." I huffed and walked out. He kept calling “sister-in-law” behind me, trying to get me to think twice, muttering something like “she won’t realize till it’s too late,” but his voice trailed off and I didn’t catch the rest.
Just as I stepped out of the office, I caught a snippet of someone talking about the organizer’s last name being Wright over by the break room. I paused, about to eavesdrop more closely, when Daniel walked up with that bright smile on his fair face.
"Isabe
