outside the car window, on the gray buildings and the empty streets, anything to distract from the words on David's

a, and held it over Emily as he helped her out of the car. He didn't even glance in my direction. I was left to fe

t of the entire construction crew. "Are you an intern, Miller? Or a professional? Get your head in the game." He hadn't offered me his umbrella then, ei

cused on the task at hand, unrolling the blueprints on the hood of the car, my fingers stiff with cold. I pointed out the stru

tion. I worked on autopilot, my mind numb. By the time we got back to the office, it was late afternoon. I slumped into my chair, the dampness from my clothe

over my shoulders. It was heavy, made of fine wool, and it

was a gesture of kindness, a small, intimate act that was completely out of cha

ared about. But he was buying an engagement ring for another woman. The coat wasn't kindness, it was a bounda