(Lena)
After Cole left, the conference room didn’t feel the same.
That annoyed me because nothing had changed. The boards were still spread across the table, the samples were still where I’d placed them, and the Midtown project still needed my attention. But his card sat beside the lunch container like it had more weight than paper should’ve had.
I tried to ignore it.
That worked for almost three minutes.
Then I looked at it again.
Large private street in Buckhead. Of course it was Buckhead. Of course Cole Harmon lived somewhere that sounded expensive before I even saw the house. I picked up the card, read the address again, then set it down like it had offended me.
Cora appeared in the doorway before I could get back to work.
“You’re still staring at that card.”
“I’m working.”
“
