I pursed my lips and changed the subject. "Were you here to talk?"

He withdrew his eyes from the empty cup on the table and answered, "Who spilled it?"

I frowned. "Are you going to beat her up or give her a cup of coffee?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Which way do you like?"

"All right, you guys talk about things. I'll go first. There's something I have to do with the company!" What's the use of saying that, after all, he wouldn't even find Nicole to beat her up, and for a fact, he won't.

He grabbed my wrist and asked, "What did she want to talk to you...