His expression sharpened. “That is not fair.”
“Neither is collapsing in an entryway because your heart can’t keep up.”
The words hung there, vicious and truer than she meant them. Taylor flinched as if she had slapped him.
He said, very quietly, “No. It isn’t.”
Maya hated herself immediately. She also hated that he made it harder to stay protected because he did not retaliate the way arrogant men usually did.
He took the box out of the fridge, walked to the trash compactor, and dropped it in without another word. Then he returned to the island, unmuted the call, and said to his CFO in a voice as cold as glass, “Reschedule tomorrow’s meeting. I’m no longer hosting.”
After he ended the call, Maya said, “That was dramatic.”
He met her eyes. “I was preventing myself from saying something unhelpful.”
She leaned against the counter, suddenly too tired to stand. “I’m sorry.”
