Olivia's POV
Ever since that night, Kellan wouldn't stop touching me. Every time his fingers would brush mine, or he'd turn toward me-that smirk flashing, like he held some inside joke and I was the one person he shared it with.
Sometime in the night, that friction between us had shifted on its axis. When he'd asked me to come into work with him today, I'd found myself unable to say no.
His phone wouldn't stop buzzing on the console between us as we headed into the office. I eyed it through arched brows, saw the name flashing across the screen, and saw just whose number it was.
"Kellan, Sharon's called you a million times," I said, annoyed not concealed.
His jaw clicked, and then he said nothing else but hit a few buttons and muttered under his breath, "Not anymore." It was just that touch to block the number, but he turned a sideways glance my way. "Nothing and no one is going to interrupt us today."