The Owner's Box

Chapter 31

Harlow POV

I watched her across the room and took in the way her soft lips moved as she spoke.

I watched as she stood up, her phone slipping from her grasp, forcing her to bend down to pick it up.

I watched her laugh and talk with everyone else in the room.

I watched until, before I realized it, a grunt escaped me, followed by the sharp sound of something cracking.

Glancing down, I realized I had just broken a pen in my hand, all from watching her.

I immediately gather everyone's attention and drop the pen pieces that were left in my hand.

"I'm sorry. Continue," I murmur, motioning towards the team sitting around the table.

When I look towards her, I notice Saint's eyebrows are furrowed slightly. I give her a small smile. She looks down at my clenched hand before meeting my eyes again.

She knows the look on my face, the one that only she would recognize.

Saint smirks at me before going back to speak to her colleagues.

That's how it's been with us—me watching her, her watching me. I catch her watching me sometimes during our weekly team meetings.

I've been attending all of the important meetings lately.

Saint hasn't been intentionally avoiding me like she did before we talked, and I apologized. Now, she even looks at me and sometimes laughs at my jokes.

We even sat next to each other earlier in the week. It had me kicking my feet when she came and sat beside me, and I caught a whiff of her cologne that day.

My assistant still comes and takes notes during each meeting, though, because I quickly lose focus whenever I'm in the same room as Saint.

I spent the better part of the next thirty minutes trying to concentrate before the meeting was finally over. It was the last thing to do today, so eventually, everyone began to file out and make their way home.

I made my way down to the front of the building, stopping only a few times to answer last-minute questions and bid everyone a good night.

Once outside, I noticed Saint looking down at her phone and typing furiously.

"Shit," she mumbles, but I still hear her as I get closer.

When Saint notices me, she gives me a half-smile before going back to typing.

"You okay?" I ask cautiously, still not intending to invade the space I miss so much.

"The Uber just canceled on me, and the next one won't be here for another 20 minutes," Saint says as she waves her phone at me.

"I can take you if you need a ride," I offer, trying not to sound too eager at the possibility of sharing a small, confined space.

Saint looks at me for a moment, and I can see the contemplation as she thinks about sharing space with me as well. She then shakes her head, and we make our way to my truck.

I try my hardest to play it cool, but my chest is skipping because this is also the most she's spoken to me since that night in the office.

"Need to make any stops on the way to your place?" I ask as we get on the road.

"Nah, I'm good, thank you," Saint says as she glances my way for a moment before going back to her phone.

I don't want to push her friendliness, so I catch the hint and focus on the road. We sit in silence as I drive, but it isn't an awkward one. The music fills the quiet space as we bop our heads along with the songs.