Jett said, reaching out to grab Allegra’s arm before thinking better of it and letting his hand drop. Allegra’s heart plummeted. The fact that he didn’t want to touch her hurt. A lot. “You think?” She feigned indifference to hide her pain. Was it only yesterday he couldn’t get enough of her? Seemed like a lifetime ago, a parallel universe where she was carefree and happy, without pretenses. She liked being in that place, liked who she’d been with him. But that was in the past now and she had to face reality: being Jett’s boss. Hell. “Let’s get a drink.” He waited for her to fall into step with him before heading to the resort bar. She didn’t blame him for not wanting to convene in her room or his. They didn’t talk much when that happened. Not that there was the remotest chance they’d be having sex again any time soon.