KIERAN

"Stop making that face," I muttered, adjusting the cuff of my shirt. "He got himself fired."

She was still staring at me—lips slightly parted, eyes wide, like I’d just confessed to murder. Maybe in her innocent little brain, I had. But that bastard deserved it.

I leaned closer, gripping the headboard behind her, caging her in. Her breath caught. She tried to move back, but there was nowhere to go.

Just how I wanted it.

"He looked at you too long."

"Smiled too wide. And then he touched you. I saw it on the footage."

Her brows drew together. She grabbed her notebook, scribbling fast and furiously:

NO HE...