Outside the door, Melissa was seething with helpless rage.
The moment she heard the door open, she quickly straightened up, schooling her expression into one of forced composure.
But when she realized it wasn't Sinclair emerging, her frustration flared up all over again.
Vicente's lips curved into a smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"Come on," he said, his deep voice laced with amusement.
"I'll find a way for you to vent."
His long arm slid around Melissa's slender waist, half-guiding, half-dragging her away.
"Just remember," Melissa huffed, her tone dripping with haughty defiance, "you're the one forcing me to leave."
She tossed her head slightly.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't let this slide so easily."
"Exactly," Vicente coaxed gently.
"You only let Sinclair off the hook because of me." His little girlfriend was both timid and stubborn.
But utterly adorable.
The room fell into sudden silence.
