Chapter Twenty-Eight
Russell
“What?”
Graham eyed me. “Yeah, Paisley’'ll switch rotations next week. Thought you might want to know up front. She hasn't talked to you about it?”
“No,” I said curtly. “This is bullshit.”
“Actually, I think it's for the best.”
“Why?” I practically barked back at Graham.
He stepped past me and closed the door to the office. Resting his hips against the desk, he gave me a long, considering look. “Dude, I've known you for so long I don't remember not knowing you.”
“What the f**k does that have to do with this?” I muttered.
“I think you have more than just casual feelings for Paisley. At the interview, you were kind of an a*s about it, but I think then it was just lust.”
I opened my mouth to argue, and his brows hitched up, almost daring me. I let out a
