Glaring up the corridor, Foreman caught sight of Amber walking toward him. Cool and reserved and pale, she looked like she owned every step she took. Foreman didn't need to guess. What she was done was as obvious on her face as his anger must be on his. He'd always loved her confidence. Right from the first day, when she'd flirted with him because she'd known how to get what she wanted. But this was completely misdirected. No matter how frosty she wanted to play it, something actually mattered here, more than Amber Volakis being right.

He straightened up, pulling his shoulders back, his spine stiffening as Amber crossed her arms. "Fine," he bit out. All the words crowding his throat, every hurt, bewildered, angry question he wanted to throw at her, would start a torrent he couldn't dam up, and he wasn't going to do that here. "Tell me one thing. Do you have any idea why she's better? Because I don't!"