"Is it really about your schedule?" Levi asked, his tone entirely casual but his eyes sharp. "Or is it because you still like Vincent?"
Anger flashed through me, hot and sudden. I stood up from my chair, pressing my palms flat against the cool mahogany of my desk. "Stop fabricating what is not real and believing that it is, Levi. I do not like Vincent. I do not like him in this life, and I will not like him in the next. He is a business associate and a complication, nothing more. Do not bring that up again."
He raised his hands in a silent gesture of surrender. "Understood. I apologize."
Before I could say anything else to cement my point, the sharp ring of my personal cell phone cut through the tension in the room. I picked it up from the desk and looked at the screen. The caller ID di
