Chapter Eight
Darius ignored the pain in his toe. First of all, the box was pretty light. Second, it was nothing compared to the confirmation that the woman he kept running into—the woman he was definitely hot for—really was the same woman who wanted to evict him. He could barely believe the warm, laughing woman from last night was the all-business shark behind those emails.
He had to get this situation sorted out.
“Listen, why don’t I help you unload these boxes and then you guys can come in for some coffee. I’m due at the firehouse soon but I have a little time.”
“I promised I’d take S.G. out for cheeseburgers.” After a moment of tension, her face relaxed. “But maybe we can talk later. I’ll…email you.”
“Right. Looking forward to that.”
She laughed reluctantly, and just like that, t
