The Cross Family
he said.
“Morning,” she replied.
He crossed the room and kissed her—slow, deliberate, like he wanted to pour reassurance from his mouth into hers. It almost worked, until her phone buzzed again, vibrating between them like a reminder that the world was still looking.
“Don’t look,” he said.
“I wasn’t.” She forced a smile. “I’m very busy not looking.”
Adrian poured himself coffee and opened his iPad. The chime of new emails filled the silence. “PR has a few more hours in the holding pattern,” he said. “Digital traced the leak—same IP cluster from last night. It’s promising.”