“What?” A stab of guilt tightened my stomach.
EJ moved around the desk. “Get the f**k away from her.”
I stepped in front of Enrique, holding up my hand to block him. “EJ, what’s wrong with you?”
EJ reached behind him, pulling his gun. “Cora, leave the room.”
My mouth dropped open in shock. “This is my place of business.”
“Hermosa, I take it this is your ex?” Enrique asked smoothly.
HermosaThat pissed EJ off even more because he lifted the gun and pointed it at his head. EJ’s eyes stayed on Enrique as he asked, “How do you know him, Cora?”
“Who?”
EJ c****d the gun. “Enrique Vargas.”
“Enrique Vargas?” I frowned.
“I guess that means our date is postponed,” Enrique taunted him.
I turned to face him. “Did you know who I was?”
Enrique smirked but kept his eyes trained on EJ. “Call
