(Reese)
I was sitting on the bed with my laptop open in front of me.
There were emails waiting for replies. Updates from work. Messages I should've answered already.
I wasn't paying attention to any of them.
My thoughts kept drifting back to dinner.
To Victor.
To Marcus.
To Ethan.
I reread the same email twice before finally giving up and closing it.
There wasn't much point pretending I was working.
Not when my head was somewhere else entirely.
I looked at my phone for a moment.
Part of me thought I should leave them alone tonight. The other part knew Ethan had probably spent the last few hours dealing with everything that happened at the restaurant.
Eventually I picked up my phone.
Then I called him.
He answered before the second ring.
"Please tell me you're calling with b
