Kane’s POV
‘Come in.’
Brandy’s voice sounds plaintive as she calls for me to enter, and the sight that greets me when I push open the door tells me that my instincts are correct.
Brandy is sitting at her desk, one hand holding up her head as she studies a sheaf of papers on her desk. My breath catches in my throat as I stare at her, her hair is down, falling in soft waves around her face stirring the desire in me to stride over and run my fingers through it.
I’m warring with myself over doing just that, when Brandy looks up, her tired eyes framed by a frown that pushes every other thought out of my mind, she looks f.ucking exhausted.
‘Kane?’ she mumbles confusedly, ‘sorry, did we have an appointment this morning?’
I shake my head, finally making my way toward her desk, noting as I ap
