She had almost told him.
She had gone to the library and found him in the armchair by the east window with a book in his lap and the late afternoon light coming through the glass behind him, and he had looked up when she came in and immediately set the book down, like he had been waiting, like he had known it was her from the sound of her footsteps in the corridor, which was possible because this building had excellent acoustics, and she had been living in it for four months.
She had sat in the chair across from him. She had opened her mouth.
His phone rang.
His Head of Legal. The Vantage Holdings transfer documentation had a critical discrepancy that was holding up three international approvals and there were people in two time zones waiting for it. Could Rowan please address it now,
