The Playbook for Heartbreak
The strict, neat boundaries they had drawn just twelve hours ago suddenly felt incredibly thin.
"I'm going to... go finish my analytics reports in my room," Eve stammered, backing away toward the east wing hallway.
"Yeah. Good idea," Terry said, not looking back at her as he picked up his reading glasses.
As Eve practically ran down the corridor, her heart hammering against her ribs, she realized the truth. Living together wasn't going to be a clean business deal. They were sharing a roof, sharing a secret, and despite their absolute lack of compatibility, the lines of their perfect playbook were already starting to blur.