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His hands were at his sides, and as he lifted one, it briefly grazed my waist. The touch was light. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I probably would have missed it. His hand continued up to his face, his palm landing on his forehead, lowering to his nose, mouth, and off his chin.

“I am.”

That was all it took, and I could barely breathe.

“If you need anything, I’ll be at my desk.”

He didn’t respond.

He just stared into my eyes.

But there was emotion that passed between us, lasting for several seconds before he broke our eye contact and walked to Dominick’s door.

I didn’t turn around to look at him.

I just headed in the opposite direction, and when I went by Ford’s office and saw that he was inside, I stepped in and closed the door, pressing my back against it.

He glanced up from his desk. “Are you all right?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Yes.” I finally brought the coffee up to my mouth and took a long drink. “No.”

He pointed at a chair. “Sit.”

I fell into the seat and set the coffee on