Amanda's POV
"Miss Dawson, Mr. Easton is here to see you.”
Her voice startled me, and the pen fell from my fingers. Really, I hadn't even noticed that I'd been standing out the office window a few minutes longer, rain beading against it in a rhythm only it knew.
Kellan. Again.
I straightened my posture, smoothing down my skirt as I stood, feigning his sudden appearance wasn't the least bit off kilter. It was a habit now: him just popping up with excuses veiled in charming smiles and business talk. And every time, I had told myself it wasn't significant. That it was harmless.
I had lied to myself.
"Send him in," I finally said, willing the air steady in my lungs.