Chapter Nineteen

 

CHAPTER NINETEEN

 

 

 

 

That evening, Ezra was waiting for me at my apartment door when I made it home from work.

I slowed to a stop when I saw him leaning against the wall. He lifted his face only to push to a stand when he saw me.

“Hey,” he said softly, shoving his hands into his pockets. A look of regret crossed his features.

Fearing the worse, I said, “Hey,” back in the same quiet, wary tone. All the while, my stomach dipped into my knees with dread. Why did he look so sorry?

“You worked late,” he noted, his gaze drifting over me as if taking note of every inch.

Still feeling as if something was off, I lifted my hand to touch his torso, just inside his open jacket. “I wanted to finalize the deal with the leather company, and then I helped Brick work on the portfolio he’s supposed to turn in to you on Friday. I swear, he doesn’t get around to working until early afternoon every day, and then he has to stay late to get anything finished. Why