(Derek)
I walked into the house, still thinking about what had happened with Aaron. Firing him had been necessary, but it wasn’t something I took lightly.
The man had been with the company for years, but his attitude had become too much. Still, the house was quiet, and as I kicked off my shoes and hung up my jacket, I knew there was something else I had to deal with tonight.
Olivia.
I found her in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove. The scent of whatever she was cooking filled the air, but I could tell from the way her shoulders were tense that she wasn’t as relaxed as she appeared. I’d expected as much. We hadn’t talked since yesterday, and I knew the rules we’d discussed were still on her mind.
“Hey,” I said, stepping up behind her and resting a hand on her lower back.
