For several seconds after Grayson left, Tessa remained exactly where she was.

Her cheeks burned.

Her pulse still racing wildly beneath her skin.

She pressed both hands against her face and let out a muffled groan.

"That man would be the death of me.”

And the worst part? It was the smug look on his face before he walked out.

As though he had accomplished exactly what he came to do.

Which, unfortunately, he had.

She started taking in a few deep breaths and then forced herself to straighten.

"Focus, Tessa."

She glanced around the storage room, the shelves, the boxes, and the work she had completely forgotten about.

Slowly,...