Bennett for you?”

The brass door latch clicked, and the key turned in the lock.

Seth stepped into the suite, pulled the door shut behind him, and leaned his weight against the frame.

His eyes went to his open gym bag on the bench, then straight to the unfolded paper in my hand.

“You had no right to go digging through my personal bag, Natalie,” Seth said, his relaxed mask completely gone.

“You wrote a resignation letter for me,” I said, holding the paper up between us.