"It's a damn shame," he muttered finally. "You would've been outstanding." And he meant it.
"Now," she said briskly, as if shaking off the vulnerability of her story. She picked up his blazer and set it neatly over his chair. "Go home. Take a break. I'll look into the property first thing in the morning. "
His brows rose. "Are you…telling me what to do, Morales? Issuing orders now?" He stepped closer, his tall frame suddenly filling the space between them.
"Uh—no." She fumbled, heat rushing to her cheeks. "I just…think you need rest. That's all." Her throat went dry as he closed the distance, his presence intoxicating.
Winn simply looked down at her, eyes glittering. When he finally moved, it was reaching for his bag. At the same time, Ivy bent forward to grab it herself. Their hands brushed.
