Kaz heard you laughing with someone else long before you stepped into his office. By the time you opened the door, he already sat behind his desk, back straight, shoulders squared, expression carved from ice.

He closed the ledger with a deliberate thud. His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and assessing. “You’ve been spending time with him.”

He didn’t specify who. He didn’t need to. A muscle in his jaw worked as he leaned back in his chair. “Is there a reason?”

His gaze darkened, possessive in a way he’d never admit aloud. “Because I don’t like sharing my assets.”