Chapter 147

"Wow, the Merritt daughters really come in all flavors, huh? This one's giving major 'tragic heroine' vibes," Olivia muttered under her breath. Dane Price sighed and walked over to her, quickly covering her mouth. "Can you not? That's the kind of comment that lands people in trouble." Olivia blinked at him, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Boyfriend, are you worried about me?" "I..." Dane felt an odd tingle where his hand touched her—the kind of electric jolt Olivia clearly meant to cause. He abruptly pulled back, face darkening, and stood straight behind her. "Boss, could you not?" "Nope." Olivia leaned back into him, putting all her weight on him like he was her personal recliner. And yeah, if Dane even so much as took a step back, she'd crash to the floor. She didn't care though—she just lounged right into his space like she owned it. Dane took a slow, deep breath, bracing himself like a statue. There was just no reasoning with her right now. Olivia tilted her head up, still teasi