Rory
Dray's hand didn't move when I finally reached to shake on the deal, his fingers wrapping around mine and holding on a beat longer than a handshake required, something unresolved still sitting heavy in the space between us. His office had gone quiet around us, the eleventh floor's usual hum of activity fading into background noise neither of us was paying attention to anymore.
"There's one more thing," he said, quiet.
"You said one condition."
"I lied. Sue me." The faintest, humorless ghost of a smile crossed his face, gone before it fully landed. He hadn't let go of my hand. "I need to know something, and I need the answer to be true, because I don't think I survive this summer if it isn't."
"Ask." I braced myself, unsure which direction this was about to go.
"Was any of it rea
