“If I’m what?” I demanded, cocking my head at her expectantly. She glared at me for a long moment, and I had to clench my fists at my sides to keep from yelling at her. How dare she come in here, acting contrite, and then get mad when I didn’t benevolently accept her apology and kindly wave her away? What kind of man did she think I was?
“If you’re just going to be like this about it, I’ll go,” she snapped, and there was a sharp edge to her voice that made me bristle.
“If you’d had the good sense to just do that instead of going through my drawers, none of this would have happened in the first place,” I pointed out, and she bit her lip.
“Hey, I knew something was wrong,” she protested. “I just wanted to make sure my brother wasn’t caught up in any shit he couldn’t handle, all right?”
“In what world have I ever got myself into something I couldn’t handle?” I tossed my hands in the air. “Cleo, you have no idea what you’re doing, sticking your nose into my life like that.”
“But … the contract.” She shook her head, and she seemed confused once more. “What happened to it? You guys were married, why would you …?”
She trailed off once more when she saw the look on my face, and she seemed to have guessed that now wasn’t the time to come to me with any questions. She was the one who had nearly fucked all of this up for me, and she had severely spooked Amaya in the process. She wasn’t getting a pass, no way in hell.
“You should get out of here,” I told her, keeping my voice low and steady. “Before I kick you out.”
“I’ll be back soon,” she warned me, and I could see the hurt written all over her face. I tried to find it in me to give a shit, but I came up blank. She pressed her lips together, turned to the door, and marched out to leave me alone in my office once more. I didn’t like leaving things on bad terms with my sister, but she needed to learn that she couldn’t just wander in and out of my life at will and cause all manner of drama in the process. I sat back down behind my desk, collapsing into the seat, and ran my hands over my face. Between her and Nonna, it felt as though every time I slapped down one problem, another one popped up. I couldn’t catch a break, and all this shit with my family was probably only just beginning.
I turned my attention back to my work and focused on that for the rest of the day. Because as soon as this was done with, I could go home and be with my wife—no, not my wife but my wife-to-be. My ex and my future spouse. I grinned at the thought, making a mental note to relay that to Amaya when I got the chance. It was so strange, feeling this for someone, actually wanting to get home to see her. But I couldn’t wait to pull her into my arms once more and have her tell me every little thing about her day.
I glanced at the clock and noted it was nearly lunch, and I picked up the phone to order myself something to eat. Then, an idea struck me, and I grinned to myself as I pulled up the number for that pizza place Amaya loved so much. I wanted her to know I was thinking of her, and what better way to do that than with pizza?