84. Maddox

EIGHTY-FOUR

Brandon stops after one step, and I don't move, forcing him to turn toward me and away from Hannah.

I wasn't about to have him watch her walk away in that fucking dress.

He's not looking at my girlfriend.

"Yeah?" His tone is awfully short, considering he's talking to the owner of the company.

I wait a heartbeat longer than comfortable before I talk. "Darren in technical needs a pair of eyes from someone in sales to look at some tech sheets."

"Oh, I don't—" he starts.

But this isn't a democracy.

"He asked for you by name." Actually, what Darren said was "You should make that Brandon guy do it, he always has an opinion anyway." But his name was mentioned. "Shouldn't take up too much time." I turn and pull a mug from the cupboard.

Brandon mumbles an agreement before leaving.

I add sugar to my coffee and put Hannah's creamer away. When I'm stepping away from the counter with my mug in hand, Donut Man lifts his head.

"Nice moves."

My steps slow. "What's that?"

The older guy tips his head toward the coffee maker. "Slick way of getting him away from your girl."

With no one else in here to see, I smirk. "I thought so."