CHAPTER SIXTY - SIX - DAMAGE CONTROL MODE ACTIVATED.

The elevator door tinged open at the last floor of the office building, and Mateo strode out into the office area with determined steps. Maybe it was a good thing that Isabella had been the one to bring him to the office. Knowing that they were good now - for the meantime at least - meant he could focus on what needed to be done without being distracted by the ongoing rift between them. And oh, he knew how much of a distraction Isabella Gonzalez could be to him. Since he set his eyes on her when he was nine, going to ten, he has not been able to think of about another girl. She had always been there in his system. A disturb itch. Stupid of him to just be realizing that now. And that kiss. That kiss had been just what he needed, a rejuvenating touch. It had taken with it all the negative emotions that had left that damn police station with him. Phew. The fact that he was thinking about her when he was supposed to be thinking of ways to counter the situation they were in