"You're gonna want to be there."
Ian's lips stretched into a smile.
Her eyes narrowed and she grinned as well. "How many days do I have?"
"One week. Can you do it?"
"Hell, yeah." Glyn chuckled and stood to her feet. "I'm going home. I want to eat."
Ian nodded and watched her leave through the door.
"I'll be taking my leave as well."
Diana turned and stormed her way to the door to leave, but he was behind her in the blink of an eye, grasping her arm and spinning her on her feet.
She smacked his hands off. "Don't touch me!"
"Why?" He crowded her against the door, palms resting on either side of her head. "Why are you so mad? I don't get it. If I did something wrong, say it."
"Get out of my way, Ian. I'm not going to repeat myself."
"You're not leaving until you tell me why you're acting like you don't want to see my face.'
"Maybe I don't want to!"
"Why?"
"I'm irritated and I want to get out of here."
