As Alex scrolled aimlessly through emails while he waited for Sabrina to return, memories of their arguments, her fiery comebacks, and those rare moments when her guard dropped replayed on his mind.
He was certain of one thing: Sabrina wasn't indifferent to him, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise.
A soft sound pulled him from his thoughts— a faint shuffle of feet. He glanced up just as Hunter reappeared, carrying two cups of coffee and an expression of amused curiosity.
"Still alive, I see," Hunter quipped, handing Alex a cup of coffee. "Thought Bree might have finished you off after that stunt."
Alex smirked, taking the cup. "She tried. I'm still here."
Hunter sat beside him, crossing one ankle over his knee. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But I've got to ask— what exactly is your plan here? Push her buttons until she either loves you or murders you?"
