Allyson's POV
My heart was still racing from whatever the hell just went down in Michael's office when I stepped into the hallway. Of course, the universe had other plans for me.
Reagan stood there like some pathetic sentinel, shoulders pressed against the wall.
The second he spotted me, he pushed off and straightened up.
"Allyson, wait up—"
"Absolutely not." I swept past him, but he matched my pace like a lost puppy.
"Come on, just give me five minutes to explain."
"You had twenty-four hours yesterday to explain," I shot back, refusing to slow my stride. "I called you a hundred and twelve times. Instead of acting like an adult and picking up the phone or sending one measly text, you vanished completely—knowing damn well how crucial today was. And now you think I'm going to stand here and listen to whatever bullshit excuse you've cooked up?"
He raked his fingers through his hair, that familiar gesture that used to make my heart skip. Now it just irritated me.
