“You didn’t convince me,” I returned, raising a brow. She huffed a laugh. It wasn’t pleasant; it seemed forced. I watched her as she ran a hand through her hair, looking around. “Trust me, I know I didn’t do my job. I don’t need you reminding me.” “So, you’re just giving up?” She shook her head, looking away from me. “No.” “Then why are you leaving?” I asked, stepping closer to her. Her eyes met mine again. “I got fired this morning,” she said, her voice monotone, unfeeling. I jerked. “That son of a bitch fired you because I refused to sell my ranch?” She moved to look out the window. “Yep.”
