As Kyle came out the door, my gaze reverted to the large scissors now resting on the olive tree some feet away.
“Get back to work, Sergeant,” Andre barked, stalking forward from where stood.
Aylin slowed her strides. She could sense the tension. My grip tightened on the mower. It was not that heavy. I could lift and swing it if necessary.
Goddess, why was I thinking these dark thoughts?
More importantly, was she here to see the prick? To formally apologize on my behalf? That was unacceptable.
But the pretty basket in her hand, those were gifts, weren't they? A peace offering.
Damn, it was so good to see her.
"I said get back to work, Rowan!" Andre's voice rang with warning as he quickly added,
"Mister Atlas Junior, I was informed that you two are not allowed within five feet near
