“That’s Callahan Marine?”
“Yes.”
“Your place.”
“Our workplace,” I said.
He looked at me.
“You hired me.”
“I did.”
“Why?”
“You were qualified.”
“That’s all?”
The question was innocent.
My pulse kicked hard.
“You were the best applicant.”
Leah hid a smile.
Noah noticed.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said.
“Tell me.”
“She thinks I should say I hired you because you were attractive.”
“Did you?”
“No.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Not only because you were attractive.”
His mouth curved.
It was small and tired, but real.
The next photograph showed us on the ferry.
Noah looked at himself first.
Then at me.
He kept looking.
“Where?”
