EASTON’s POV
When my eyes focused on her hands, I slammed my palm on the desk, which caused Mr. Price to flinch and widen his eyes. I was breathless with rage as I abruptly stood up.
I knew that hand so well. Those exquisite hands that used to cup my face whenever we kissed, the delicate fingers that used to travel over my skin in a way that made me shudder, the fingers that I used to kiss and lace mine with...
And that mole perched above her navel... Damn!
‘‘Where the fuck is she?!’’ I ran my hand over my hair, then sat down on my swivel chair, clenching and unclenching my fists several times, to keep myself from destroying anything that was within reach.