LOGIN"Friday works," I said, and felt him relax slightly against me, though he still looked apologetic enough that I pulled him closer instead of letting him keep apologizing further."I know I keep asking you to move things.""You didn't move the board retreat, Damien. You just told me honestly the moment it happened." I kissed him once, easy and certain. "Friday belongs to us now.""You've claimed two consecutive weeks. Thursday last week, Friday this one." I raised an eyebrow at him. "You're becoming greedy about my calendar.""I intend to keep claiming evenings with my wife whenever the opportunity presents itself," he said, entirely unbothered by the accusation, and kissed me slow enough that any remaining trace of disappointment folded quietly into something warmer before we finally went to bed.Wednesday morning found us getting ready together, moving in the easy, practiced rhythm we'd built over the past weeks, him closing the clasp at the back of my dress while I fixed his cufflin
How late, I typed back.I don't know yet, Damien replied, honest rather than vague. The negotiation from earlier in the week expanded again. Board-related matter I need to stay for. I'll message when I'm leaving. Don't wait for me to eat.I got home first, the quiet settling around me differently than it had all week, unfamiliar now after days of rushing toward Damien whenever an opening appeared between us. I changed out of my work clothes and stood in the kitchen for a moment, not quite ready to eat without him, before remembering he'd specifically asked me not to wait.I assembled something simple, nothing that required any real skill, and set his portion carefully aside where it could be reheated later. I left a light on near the door and checked my phone twice while eating alone, the meal quieter than it usually was, though not in any way that felt like a sign something was actually wrong between us.Still stuck, his message read an hour later. *I'm sorry it's become this late.*
"The operations coordinator withdrew this morning," Claire said, no preamble at all, already moving with the particular briskness that meant she was somewhere between her front door and her car. "A legitimate reason, a family situation she can't put on hold. I don't fault her for it. But Grace's whole team is assembled for the readiness review, and we can't approve the pilot without the operations role confirmed.""I know what that means.""You need to be here. The board attached personal oversight to your approval. I'm heading in now."I hung up and stood there for a moment in the quiet kitchen, the satisfaction of last night still warm in my chest even as the morning's shape rearranged itself entirely around me. When I went back into the bedroom, Damien was already awake, propped against the pillows, and he read the whole thing off my face before I'd said a single word."You have to go.""I have to go." I sat on the edge of the bed, and he caught my wrist, holding on for an extra se
A request came in from one of the smaller partner organizations right as I was packing up Thursday evening, some minor clarification about referral paperwork that could easily wait until morning. I sent it straight to Claire without a second thought, already reaching for my jacket, and left the office at exactly the time I'd promised myself I would.Damien's text arrived the moment I stepped outside, the address to a small games lounge I'd walked past a dozen times without ever going in. When I got there, he was already waiting in a private back room, out of his usual suit entirely, dressed down in a way I rarely got to see this early in the week, and something in my chest tightened pleasantly at the unfamiliar sight of him relaxed."You're staring," he said."You're not wearing a tie. It's disorienting.""I could put one back on if it would help.""Please don't," I said, and he laughed, pulling me in for a proper kiss before either of us said anything further about wardrobe."You did
"Fourteen," Damien said, studying both screens with the particular precision he brought to every calculation. "Fourteen unscheduled waking hours where neither of us is committed elsewhere.""That sounds fabricated.""I've counted twice." He turned his phone toward me as evidence, and I laughed despite myself, the number too absurd to fully believe even with proof directly in front of me."That's barely two hours a day.""Fourteen hours is plenty of time if used properly." Something dry and suggestive crossed his expression, and I felt the conversation shift immediately away from scheduling and toward something considerably more interesting."What exactly do you intend to do with them?""I have several ideas. None appropriate for discussion at this counter, given our current deadline.""We're already wasting one of the available minutes discussing it," he added, pulling me closer, and I pointed out, entirely fairly, that he was the one who'd calculated the number in the first place."A
Claire was waiting at my desk Monday morning with a stack of requests that had clearly arrived over the weekend, the approval apparently having traveled further and faster than I'd expected. "Readiness review scheduling, a partner briefing request, an invitation to speak at a public sector event next month, and two calls from other regional organizations asking about the model." She set them down in a neat row. "People want to talk to you specifically."I went through them properly, not reaching automatically for every invitation the way I might have a few months earlier. "The partnership conversation with the second organization, send that to Grace. She's better positioned to speak to their operational questions than I am.""And the public sector event?""Decline it. It doesn't materially help the launch, and I'd rather spend that day on the actual pilot preparation." I flipped through the remaining requests. "The budget follow-up from the smaller foundation, that's within your autho







