The sharp cadence of Harper’s voice hit him first, slicing through the quiet like a whip. Her words tumbled out rapid-fire, each punctuated by the jab of her finger.
Ashcroft leaned casually against the hallway wall while Harper stood in front of him, arms crossed, mid-rant. She pointed a sharp, scolding finger right at his face, voice rising with every word.
“…and if you ever interrupt like that again, I swear to God—”
Both paused, heads turning toward the open door.
Harper’s eyes widened. “Oh. Hey, lovers.”
Maya chuckled softly as Damien muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, I need a damn gun. Then he stepped back, letting her slip past.
Maya stepped into the hallway, cheeks flushed, trying not to look too obviously kissed senseless. She met Harper’s smug grin with a w
