Nico calls my name again, and his impatience becomes my saving grace. “Coming!” I rush toward the kitchen exit. “Eleanor?” Rafa’s deep timbre has me turning in place. A shiver rolls down my spine as I turn to face the grumpy giant across from me. “Why do you insist on calling me that?” I’m surprised he can effortlessly shrug with how much his trap muscles must weigh. I swallow back the urge to say something that could get me fired. “Everyone calls me Ellie.” “I know,” he says after a long pause. “Yet you insist on calling me by my full name for some annoying reason.”
