Chapter 3

Oliver was on edge all day.

He zoned out in meetings. He pressed so hard signing documents that his pen tore right through the paper.

He kept checking his phone, waiting for a ping that never came.

Usually, I would have blown up his phone by now. Dozens of texts apologizing, begging for forgiveness, asking if he was coming home for dinner.

Today, nothing. Not a single text.

"Caroline, you've really outdone yourself," he muttered.

He slammed the phone onto his desk with a loud clack. "Playing hard to get? Let's see how long you can keep this up."

Lucy…