If You Need Me (The Toronto Terror #3)

CHAPTER 37

HEMI

“ W here is it?” I prop my fists on my hips and survey my bedroom. Now that I’m looking for the purse, I can’t rest until I find it. It doesn’t matter that I have a million other purses. Or that there are three perfectly acceptable options on my bed. I need this specific one. It matches my outfit precisely. And I picked that out for maximum Dallas enjoyment, so I don’t want to change. I know he’ll be extra touchy and desperate to get me back home and out of it later.

A spike of anxiety rushes through me. That’s been happening a lot more lately, these little fears prickling like barbs under my skin. I realized after the fact that I probably came off as short and cold last week when Dallas stopped by my office unannounced. But I’d just dealt with another shitty email from Topher regarding double-booking one of the rinks. Couple that with all the preseason stuff on my plate and Dallas overhearing the office water cooler gossip, and I couldn’t appreciate his effort until after he’d left.