Stephanie's POV
Cane finally walked out of the kitchen and I let out the longest breath I'd been holding for years.
What was he trying to do? Touch me, tease me, call me Steph like nothing ever happened?
Whatever game he was playing, it really doesn't matter at this point, it wouldn't work. Not on me. Not anymore.
I went straight to the bathroom, locked the door, and turned the shower on hot. The water hit my skin hard, washing away the day, the anger, the smell of his cologne that still clung to me. I stayed under the spray until my fingers went wrinkly and my head felt a little clearer.
I dried off, pulled on soft grey joggers and an old loose t-shirt. It was nothing sexy, nothing he could comment on and tied my wet hair up. I had told every single person who works for me: no calls, no emails, no emergencies for the next five days. Everything was pushed to next week. My whole world right now was Josh and Jolina.
