The pack house door slammed behind me hard enough to rattle the hinges. I didn't look back to see if Rhys had made it through before it closed on him. If it had hit him, that was a him problem.
"Elise —"
"No."
"Elise, I am talking to you —"
"And I'm walking, Rhys…."
I went straight for the temporary office. My hands were shaking. I noticed that in a clinical way I noticed everything when my body was doing something my brain didn't approve of.
The office door was open. I went in and started yanking things off the desk. Laptop. Charger. The little blue notebook I'd been making margin notes in. The second charger, because I always lost the first one. The folder with the parcel paperwork.
"Elise. Elise. Look at me."
"I can feel you in the room, Rhys. Looking at you is not the problem."
"Then what is the problem —"
