Chapter 28

The door clicked shut behind the last person, and it was just Garrison and me. I closed my binder with a soft snap. The hush between us felt charged, more than awkward. Garrison stood at the head of the table, one hand braced on his chair’s back, his face that familiar mask of calm determination.

“Well?” I said.

He raised an eyebrow. “Well what?”

I stared at him. “You can say it.”

“Say what?”

I kept my gaze fixed on him. “That I went too far.”

A flicker crossed his face—surprise, maybe. “You think you went too far?”

“Don’t twist it.” I pulled a folder free and tapped it against the table. “Genevieve’s a senior executive. I cornered her in front of half the production team and pulled her off the project. Subtle? Not exactly.”

“You put me in a position where I had little choice.”

I shrugged. “You made the call.”

He studied me like he used to when he was about to decide something critical. “I had choices,” he said at last. “I