Wolfe releases a sigh laced with obvious irritation, like he's gearing up to tear them a new one.
And then, as the last one shuffles out, it's just him and me. Alone.
A nervous knot forms in my stomach, making it difficult to swallow. Now what?
"Are you managing all right, being back at work?" he asks, his voice dipping lower.
"Absolutely! I'm thrilled to be back." I decide to go on the defensive. "I think you've got the wrong impression of me."
He raises an eyebrow. "And what impression do you think I have of you?"
I think of the stupid Daredevil figurine on my desk.
"Well, if I were to hazard a guess… it would be someone who isn't taking her job seriously."
His stare darkens, something burning beneath the surface. "You're way off."
What the hell does that mean?
My pulse starts
