IVY

Wayne ignored my question, his cold blue eyes still holding mine in a way that made my skin crawl with bad ideas. After what seemed like forever, he aggressively flipped his MacBook laptop open and tapped at the keyboards aggressively, brows knitted tightly in concentration.

Then he let out a low, rough grunt, his jaw shifting as he finally tilted the screen toward the empty space right beside him.

"Come here," he grunted out, his voice a gravelly command that brooked no refusal. "Come see exactly what your brilliant professional mind put out into the world this morning."

I swallowed hard, a confused frown crawling all over my face...