I didn’t know what it was about him, maybe the way he watched me with laughter in his eyes or the fact that he hadn’t moved a step toward me but I felt a smile spread on my own face.
He wasn’t as big as Tyson and Luke, his black skinny jeans showed his athletic legs up into a narrow waist. A black t-shirt with a thunderbolt in the middle covered his wide shoulders, built like a swimmer.
“Evan.” He pointed a finger to his chest then turned it on me “Kaylee?”
“Yes.” He lifted a brow at me “Nice to meet you?”
He laughed, a sort of uncontrollable laugh. I didn’t see what was so funny. I huffed, bent down and picked the files up from the floor all the while he carried on laughing.
By the time I sat back down in my chair, I’d had enough, I hated being laughed at.
“What the hell are you laughing at?”
He stopped abruptly, tilting his head and taking me in before moving toward me. Perching on the edge of the desk, he watches me with curious eyes. From this close, I could see the swirls of gold in them and I also got a closer look at his other features. He had a straight nose and thin lips but was good looking in a quirky kind of way.
“Stop staring,” I said through clenched teeth.
He put his elbow on his knee and rested his chin on his hand.
“Seriously. Stop. Staring.”
“You look familiar,” he said.
“Do I?” I move the mouse about though I hadn’t got a clue what I was going to do on the computer.
I’d finished all of the reports and organized the filing cabinet. There wasn’t anything else but to answer the phone and considering it hadn’t rung once since I started yesterday, I somehow knew that I wouldn’t have much to do.
“Yeah. Do I know you?” He tilted his head the other way.
“I don’t think so.” Starting to feel uncomfortable I got up and walked out of the office and into the kitchen.
Coffee. That’s what I needed.
I switched on the machine and reached for a cup.
“You want one?” I said, knowing that he had followed me in. I remembered what Kitty had said that first day we met about at being aware of my surroundings and I was getting better at it.
“Sure.”
Neither of us talked as the coffee brewed, I could feel his eyes on me but I ignored it.
“I don’t think I do know you,” he announced.
I shook my head, picked up the first coffee and handed it to him.
“I think I’d remember you if I did,” he said with a wink as he took the coffee.
“Excuse me?” I choked.
“And you would definitely remember me.” His brows did a dance on his face.
“Ugh.”
“What?”
Damn, did I say that out loud? I really, really needed to learn when to keep my mouth shut
. For years I had watched what I said, not saying anything that was deemed wrong. But two days into a job and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.