The Best Worst Mistake (Off-Limits #2)

Chapter 11

Abby, the next day

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I know it’s the same thing that’s always been wrong with me.

I can’t bring myself to read the note he left sitting on my nightstand beside a somehow still-warm cup of coffee.

Instead, I tuck it into my purse, only pulling it out to read when I’m almost halfway through with my workday.

And by the time I settle into my office futon for a long read, pressing the single crease to flatten the page, I’ve already reached the end.

The ball’s in your court, babe.

Dax