Two knocks echoed against the sleek mahogany of Jack's office door. The sound was sharp, deliberate, cutting through the taut silence that had settled between Jack and Selena like a live wire. They were still close, too close, their breath mingling faintly in the narrow space between them, Jack's hand hovering just inches from her arm, the weight of unspoken words pressing down hard.
Jack inhaled, ready to say something—anything—when the latch turned without his permission.
The door swung open.
Reenee, of course. And when the door opened a little wider, Selena's name burst out, male, startled and sharp, "Selena!"
Selena's head snapped toward the door, her chest tightening. Brian. He stood framed in the doorway, shoulders stiff, his gaze fixed directly on her, unblinking. Behind him, like a shadow clinging to an opportunity, Reenee slipped in with a bright, calculated smile that instantly poisoned the air.
