He knew it was his pride chafing. He also knew that he wasn't going to feel a damn bit better until he'd gotten the whole issue off his chest once and for all. So it was that there was a certain tension in the air as Matt entered Angie's office early that afternoon. The steely eyes that rested on her were keen, a little too penetrating for her peace of mind. Angie couldn't help but be aware of them as she rounded her desk to clasp Matt's hand in a brief handshake, a move she made graciously if reluctantly. Their fingers merely brushed; she deliberately made the contact minimal. Yet it was oddly unsettling that he removed his hand first. She moved back to her chair, wishing she weren't quite so conscious of his stare drilling into the slender lines of her back. "I can't tell you how glad everyone is to have you on board," she told him, schooling her features into a faint smile as she sat down. "Westridge is very lucky to have someone with your experience." He inclined his head. "I was just thinking the same thing not long ago." A hollow silence followed.
