Landon
By the time the meeting wrapped up today, the sky outside the windows had already turned the soft kind of gray that promised rain. Seattle twilight; quiet, moody, and faintly electric.
This was the kind of weather one would like to be caught in at home, in bed, wrapped against the body of one’s lover.
I rubbed my temple, and adjusted the file in front of me. Things were starting to take shape here, and I was liking.
My team was still gathered around the long oak table, half-drained coffee cups and open laptops scattered across the surface like a battlefield after a long day.
“Alright,” I said, leaning forward, my elbows on the table. “Let’s run through it one more time.”
Tessa Greene was the first to respond. Always the most direct of the bunch, she didn’t even glance at he
