Norman
I knew before she even opened her mouth.
The scuffed heel. The loose strands escaping her ponytail. The flush across her cheekbones that had nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with exertion. The slight heave of her shoulders as she pulled in breath and tried to make it look casual.
She ran.
Daisy Wright, CEO of Wright Dynamics, ice queen of the California tech corridor had run through the streets to get here. In that blazer. In those heels. Under the July sun.
Something moved in my chest that I wasn’t going to name.
I set Evelyn down slowly, hands dropping from her waist. Evelyn had gone very still beside me, her smile carefully neutral, her eyes moving between Daisy and me with the quiet alertness of someone doing rapid calculations.
Smart girl.
Daisy’s eyes we
