LOGINI sat there for a second, letting the sentence land properly."Okay," I said, slowly. "And that's, that's a lot, obviously, but I'm not sure I understand why you need me specifically to promise secrecy. It's just a friend of yours having a baby, ""It might be mine."I stopped."What?""The baby. It might be mine." He said it like it cost him something physical to get the words out, rubbing both hands over his face. "When she came back, two months ago, we, " he didn't finish the sentence, didn't need to. "It was one night. We were both drunk, both nostalgic, both stupid. It shouldn't have happened, and we agreed afterward it was a mistake and never spoke about it again.""Okay.""She showed up today saying she wanted to see me. That's all she said on the phone." He exhaled, like even the memory of the last hour was exhausting. "I sent you out because it was Sophie, and whatever she wanted, I figured it was personal, not work. I had no idea what was actually coming. Then, once we were
I made it about four feet down the corridor before Amara intercepted me, coffee in hand, eyebrows already halfway up her forehead."Who was that" she asked"You saw her?""Everyone saw her. She walked through this floor like she owned the carpet." Amara fell into step beside me, entirely too invested. "Tall. Terrifying coat. Looked at me like I was furniture.""That's Sophie Bell. I don't actually know who she is yet, he sent me out before I could find out.""He sent you out?""Politely. Sort of.""Nova, that's insane, why would he, "We didn't get further than that, because Sophie and Rhett appeared in the doorway behind us, still mid conversation, her voice carrying easily down the corridor."You always do this," she was saying, light, teasing, though something underneath it wasn't entirely light at all. "Disappear for weeks and then act surprised when I show up demanding attention.""I don't disappear.""You absolutely disappear.""Goodbye, Sophie.""Bye, Rhett." She reached up and
"This clause is going to get us sued," I said, tapping the page. "Whoever wrote it clearly hated punctuation on a personal level." "It's fine." "It's not fine, Rhett, it's a run-on sentence disguised as a legal document." "Fix it, then." "That's not how this works. You're supposed to catch these before they get to me." "I have a PA for that." "I am the PA." "Then I'm doing my job perfectly." I threw a highlighter cap at him. He caught it without looking up, which felt, frankly, unfair. Rhett was properly back at work today, first time since the storm, still a little pale round the edges if you actually looked, though he'd clearly decided that wasn't up for discussion. "Marchetti's going to be difficult about the renewal terms," he said, sliding another page across. "They always are this time of year." "Why this time of year specifically?" "Budget reviews. Everyone panics and tries to renegotiate everything they already agreed to." "Sounds exhausting." "It is." He glanced
Dylan found me at my desk Tuesday lunchtime, holding two sandwiches like a peace offering."I come bearing lunch. We never actually did the noodle place, so this is the consolation round.""You didn't have to do that.""I wanted to. Also I got the wrong sandwich for myself and I'm hoping you'll swap." He dropped into the chair opposite, entirely too pleased with his own cunning plan."That's not how peace offerings work.""It's exactly how peace offerings work. Now tell me everything I missed. What actually happened with the storm? You said you got stuck at the office.""Basically. Couldn't drive home in it. Had to wait it out.""Rough. Where'd you end up sleeping? Under your desk like a raccoon?""No, I ended up crashing at Rhett's actually, since I was already, "I stopped.Too late. Already out. Already sitting on the desk between us like something I'd spilled.I was not supposed to say that.Dylan's face did something complicated, the easy grin sliding sideways into an expression
I woke up on the sofa in Rhett's office, facing him, close enough that I could count the individual eyelashes on the side of his face still turned toward me in sleep.We'd talked till nearly three, the whole night blurring into one long conversation I could only half reconstruct now."You're telling me you actually won Junior Debate Champion arguing that pineapple belongs on pizza," I remembered saying, somewhere around midnight, deeply unconvinced."I argued the opposing side beautifully. That's the whole point of debate, Nova.""So you don't even believe your own argument.""I believe whichever argument is currently winning.""That's terrifying. You could argue me into genuinely anything.""Probably.""Try it. Argue me into something ridiculous right now."He'd thought about it for a second, entirely too seriously for the question."Cats are better than dogs," he said."That's not even a hard sell, that's just true.""I haven't started yet.""You had one job.""I'm building up to it
I called Dylan from the hallway, watching rain hammer sideways against the windows."So the good news is I'm alive," I said. "The bad news is I'm stuck. There's a proper storm out here, I don't think anyone's driving anywhere for a while.""Seriously?""Seriously. I'm so sorry.""Don't apologise, it's not your fault the sky's having a moment." He sounded genuinely unbothered, which made me feel worse rather than better. "We'll do it another night. The noodles aren't going anywhere.""You're being very normal about this.""I contain multitudes. Go be safe and dry. Text me when you're not stuck in a weather event."I went back to the dining room feeling marginally less guilty and considerably more aware of how empty the rest of my evening had just become.Rhett was still at the table, looking somehow worse than he had an hour ago, sniffling in a way he clearly considered beneath him."You should be in bed," I said."I'm working.""You're dying, dramatically, at a dining table.""I'm not







