Page 24 of His Reckoning

I sit down and glance at the screen. It’s the same headline from last night.

Maccini Seen Returning to Penthouse with Mystery Woman

Jordan taps the screen. “I’ve already contacted the outlet.”

“And?”

“They’re refusing to retract it.”

“Of course they are.”

“They did, however, ask if you’d like to comment.”

“That seems unlikely.”

“That’s what I told them.” He pauses. “I also confirmed the woman in the photo is Kayla Carpenter. Would you like me to issue a statement?”

“No.”

Jordan nods once. “Understood.”

He walks out of my office just as Dean—the cofounder of our tech company and my best friend—walks in without knocking which is also not surprising.

“Morning,” he says.

He stops, looks at me, then at the tablet on my desk, and breaks into a grin.

“Oh, this is fantastic.”

I don’t look up. “Good morning, Dean.”

“You didn’t tell me you moved in with your girlfriend.”

“I didn’t.”

He pulls out his phone. “That’s not what the internet says.”

“That’s because the internet is wrong.”

Dean leans against the chair across from my desk. “I don’t know, man. The article seemed pretty convincing.”

“Tabloids rarely are.”

“Still,” he says, tapping his phone, “living together feels like a big step.”

“What exactly are you doing?”

A second later, my phone buzzes on the desk.

Then again.

Then again.

Dean smiles. “There we go.”

I glance at the screen to find our group text with our friends that we’ve known since college.

Dean: Gentlemen, I regret to inform you, Sawyer has entered a domestic relationship.