Page 61 of Unsuitable

But there’s nothing. His expression is blank, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Disappointment slams into me.

That disappointment quickly turns to panic when he stands abruptly. My fearful eyes follow him up.

“Get your things,” he tells me. “I’ll take you home.”

I rise slowly, my heart banging against my rib cage. “Mr. Matis…please…I—”

“You still have your job, Daisy.” He walks past me, heading for the door. “And you can call me Kas from now on.”

His words from the first day I met him come back to me. “My friends call me Kas.”

I guess he believes me.

I’m surprised at how much that matters to me. How much his opinion actually counts. To know that me just saying the words once to him was enough when a jury full of people didn’t believe me.

I blink back the tears threatening me and swallow back the Texas-sized lump in my throat. Then, I grab my shoes and bag and quickly follow after him.

Sixteen

Kas.

I step off the platform and onto the walkway, exiting the station, surprised to see his car sitting there.

Is he waiting on me?

Surely not.

Unsure as to why he’s here, I make my way down the ramp.

Should I go over to his car or just pretend I haven’t seen him?

I don’t want to go over if he’s waiting here for someone else, and then I’ll have to walk away…looking like a loser.

And why is this such a big decision?

For God’s sake, Daisy, just go over and say hello. Then, walk away if he doesn’t offer you a ride—which, more than likely, he won’t.

I step off the walkway and onto the street. His car is parked right in front of me.

Our eyes meet through the passenger window.

I ignore the way my heart rate spikes from having his eyes on mine.

He rolls down the passenger window. I walk toward his car.

“Daisy,” he says my name low.

That’s it. He says my name, and a shiver of delight runs through me—which is ridiculous.

Totally ridiculous.

Just because he was kind to me yesterday and believed me when I told him that I was innocent, not the thief he’d thought I was, doesn’t mean anything’s changed.

Does it?

He’s still my boss. And he still doesn’t like me very much.