“Better.”
His eyes warmed.
“You recognized the signs, asked for help, made a decision, ate, drank water, and recovered without turning one fear into an entire future.”
“Very clinical.”
“You asked for better.”
I kissed him again.
“The results are clear.”
“Yes.”
“My mother is blocked.”
“Yes.”
“Marian starts Monday if she accepts.”
“She already accepted.”
I leaned back.
“When?”
“While you slept.”
“Efficient.”
“She demanded authority to move the filing cabinets.”
“Terrifying.”
“Extremely.”
I touched the top button of Reid’s shirt.
“Things are changing.”
“They are.”
“Not all of it is bad.”
“No.”
I opened the button.
His gaze dropped to my fingers.
“This does not create an obligation,” I said.
A laugh escaped him.
“You’re mocking me.”
“A little.”
