Chapter Twelve
Staring at Tamryn’s choice of location and time for the meet, I realized I had one opportunity left to evade Martin.
Until he walked into my kitchen via the side door.
Wait—wasn’t he supposed to be running some errands?
“Hope you don’t mind that I didn’t knock first?” he asked hesitantly.
I shook my head, then squinted at my phone again.
Wrong move.
“You heard from Tamryn.”
I waved Opportunity goodbye.
“I did.”
“And?” He stepped closer, not enough to invade my space, though I did subconsciously pull the laptop toward me. Martin caught the gesture and studied me for a moment. “I thought we already discussed this.”
“Gimme a second, would you? I just got the message and am trying to digest it,” I ground out while giving him the stink-eye. “And for the record, there r
