I came in early Saturday morning and arranged two chairs across from my desk. When nine o'clock came and they both appeared in my doorway at the same time, their expressions mirrored one another in surprise. Neither of them had known the other was coming.
Killian looked at Kade. Kade looked at me.
I gestured to the chairs.
"Sit down. Both of you."
There was a brief pause of the kind that happens when two people are deciding whether to make something out of a moment. Then they both sat.
I stood behind my desk. I had thought about this all night. I had rehearsed it in the mirror this morning. I needed to say it cleanly.
"The blog thing is a problem," I started. "People at this firm are watching everything that happens with the three of us. That hurts my professional reputation and it b
