~ROWAN's POV~
He had always been precise about what he knew and what he was inferring.
He knew: the arrangement had ended the night she told him everything. Formally, in every sense that mattered, the contract had become irrelevant. What they were operating in now was not an arrangement. It had no terms, no exit clause, no named duration. It was something else, and he had known what to call it for longer than he had been ready to say it.
He was inferring: she knew too. The hand on the kitchen table. The laugh on the floor. The way she looked at him sometimes when she thought he wasn't paying attention, he was always paying attention. He inferred that she was waiting for the case to close, as she had said. He inferred that she was not someone who allowed herself things she hadn't yet dec
