She knew things would change as soon as the holidays were over; Zoe was even looking forward to the inevitable shift.
Well, almost.
Trevor still worked in his home office, but he often didn’t show up for lunch and sometimes missed dinner. A steady stream of visitors began the day after New Year’s as well. The front door was always opening and closing, and many of the voices—and scents—were washed out and pale.
Skins. Not Kith.
Jack also spent more time in his own office, and there was only so much aimless surfing she could handle on the computer on ‘her’ desk while he concentrated on whatever he was doing. She couldn’t look up anything she really wanted to know on that sleek silver machine; she did that at night on her phone, huddled under the covers like she was reading with a flashli
