Chapter 26

Blair’s POV

I noticed a car parked in my driveway. I pulled open the door only to come face to face with Ronnell Roman—my heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs, what the hell was he doing In my house?

He stood on my porch like a misplaced chess piece without saying a word.

“Ronnell,” I called, my voice barely above a whisper.

He stared at me for a long time. Unblinking, his silence stretched on. He seemed to be taking me in like he was trying to figure out who I was exactly. Seeing as he had shown up in my house, it clearly made no sense to me.

I stared back. His hair was tousled like he had been running his fingers through them all morning. His plush mouth molded into a frown, pulling the rest of his face down with it, and a deep rift formed between his brows.

My chest panged. I had missed him, but honestly didn’t seem right. How could I have missed this cold-hearted, deadly serious man who only cares about work and nothing else?