Candido worked his jaw for a few moments. His gaze never left mine. It might be the last time we were alone like this. I had already scanned his office, and the book wasn’t there. Wherever he’d put it was hidden, and I wouldn’t have access to his office if things were getting as bad as I figured they were.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” he called and stood up. I heard Allen walk away before Candido shifted his jacket and walked around the desk, barely avoiding brushing past me.
It felt cold and impersonal, but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to touch him right now, either. My pride, my feelings, and everything else in me were still smarting from his silent rejection. I wasn’t feeling much like his little girl right now. I would always be grateful for Candido in my life, but I could feel our
