Chapter 158: Truce?

An entire week later, I wait until ten minutes after five before closing my laptop for the end of the work week. Most of the floor is empty since Friday is the one evening you can guarantee everyone wants to get home on time. Levi's is the only other cubical with movement in it and I consider stopping to talk to him as he works, but dealing with our issues would have to wait.

He'd obviously been even more angered by Vincent's email, but there is no longer time in my life to worry what other people think of me. Between Vincent's exes, my screwed-up relationships, and the life I'm growing, I don't have any extra time or patience to find worry for Levi. He'll come around or he won't, but right now the ball is in his court.

The emotional week has worn me out and I swipe my keycard against Vincent's special access panel in the elevator and then let my arm drop heavily. The doors open two floors higher and a magnificent man in a suit with his jacket unbuttoned and his tie loosened steps