CHAPTER 60 Unjust

　　~ CARA ~

　　“Cara—”

　　His voice twanged in my stomach like a guitar string. I shoved the feeling down deep, denying it. “You are holding me hostage at my job, Rig. That’s not fair. It’s completely fucked.”

　　He was quiet for a second. “I… I didn’t mean to do that.”

　　“Leave. Now. Or I’m calling security.”

　　The statement had echoes of that first time we met. I meant it even more now than I had then, and for some reason, that thought wanted to break my heart.

　　There was a heavy sigh on the other side of the door, another light thump like he’d flattened a hand against the door.

　　“I’m sorry, Cara. I’m sorry you got hurt,” he murmured, but it was like there was no door, no wall between us. My senses were jangling, heightened. I could hear him breathe. “I never wanted to do that, and I won’t. I won’t do it again. I’m here, okay—”

　　“That’s the fucking problem! I’m getting my phone out!”