Reagan's POV
Skye folded her arms across her chest, delivering a stare that could have turned summer into winter. "Yeah, it certainly has been."
She paused deliberately, then flipped her hair with practiced indifference. "Just returned from Madrid, as a matter of fact. Needed some distance. Nothing but sunshine, wine, and zero complications."
I let out a low chuckle, deflecting her pointed comment. "Sounds like paradise."
"Mmm," she responded with deliberate flatness. "It was exactly that."
Attempting to lighten the atmosphere, I offered, "You look incredible. Never pictured you in the corporate scene."
She raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed. "Funny, same could be said about you. Office life doesn't exactly scream your style."
I offered a casual shrug. "Family obligations. This is where I work now."
"So I've been informed," she replied with calculated coolness, her gaze sharpening enough to make her meaning crystal clear.
