-

ree: Crack

earned two things: Adrian Blake hated

w, he always knew if a report was off by a decimal or if a client

ed his coffee order without asking-black, no sugar, Colombian roast, exac

pause. Glance at her like he

ica stayed behind, working on a schedule revision. Adria

lights

went

rgency lights kicked in-dim, red-tint

d, his voice

vators are down. I th

ld irritation. "Of course. Gener

me. "So... do we just wait? I

hecking his phone. "Con

urned to his seat, but without power, his lapto

ys work t

k up. "There'

, some people take bre

ineffi

s unhe

in the emergency lights-softer, almost

ve a th

m," Adrian

rst time, his lips twitched

told her how he used to draw cars as a kid. She told him how she used to pretend she

ht. He saw her-not as a st

him-not as t

o'd forgotten h

-