Chapter Seventy Two

Absolutely the last person she was expecting to see at this hour as she thought she wouldn't be back from work so early. He was dressed in his inevitable dark suit, but there was a slightly more relaxed stance to him. He held a brown paper bag in one hand and he didn’t look in his usual rush—his usually perfectly knotted tie was loosened, the top button of his shirt undone. But his dark eyes were shielded with sunglasses making his closed expression even more unreadable if that were possible.

“You’ve done a lot of work. I can see.” he said. 

“It’s getting there.” She nodded. “And if I keep going at full speed, I could still be done with this by early next week.”

He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. Just a tiny questioning lift of his eyebrow from behind his dark glasses was enough for Wendy.

“I am allowed to take a break,” Wendy retorted.

“I didn’t say anything!” he said, but she could see