We do not talk about the building immediately.
We stand in the kitchen looking at each other across the chopping board and the half made dinner and the knife I put down and the weight of what just connected itself sits between us for a moment before either of us reaches for it.
Then Rhys puts his phone down and picks up the spoon and stirs whatever is on the stove and I pick up the knife and keep chopping and we do that for about thirty seconds before we both stop pretending simultaneously.
"She bought your building," I say.
"She bought my building," he confirms.
"While offering me a job," I say.
"While offering you a job."
"That is not a coincidence," I say.
"Absolutely not a coincidence," he confirms.
We look at each other.
"She is not just hiring you," Rh
