He didn’t turn around right away. He didn’t need to. That voice?
He’d hear it in a crowd of thousands. On stage, off stage, in his dreams. Especially in his dreams.Romance. Of course they’d assign them to the same team again.
The higher-ups didn’t care that the last time they fought side by side, Abby ended up with a busted arm and a broken heart. “You’re still dramatic,” Abby muttered, finally turning around. And just like that — boom. There he was. Pink hair damp from the rain, eyes unreadable, jaw clenched like he had something to say and no idea how to say it.Some things never changed. “You gonna stand there all night?” Abby added, brows raised. “Or are we going to pretend we’re still just coworkers?”