CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Brandon's POV

I was staring out from behind the desk in my office through the mountain of papers right before me. The words and numbers written across the pages were totally lost on my mind, which was walking miles away to the house, back to last night's argument with Natalie, during which I replayed every single heated word and cold glance she threw my way.

The friction between us had drifted to a peak; and her presence had me obsessing about her at each moment, as much as I tried to concentrate on only my work, where she was or what she was doing, and most importantly if she was upset with me.

I had never been one to let personal problems come between me and the job; in my book, business was business, and it always had to be. Oh, but that was really quite different when it came to Natalie. There was something about her that lay in my skin and made me question all I thought I knew about the way I reacted.

The most painful thing of all was that which I didn't know: if she cared for me