Just beyond a thick hedge of manicured boxwoods, Nora was walking alongside Dylan. She was showing him around the newly renovated section of the department, her posture relaxed and bright.
As I watched, she laughed at something he said, reaching out to lightly touch his forearm to emphasize her point.
"You still owe me that tour," Nora said, her voice carrying easily in the quiet morning air. There was a playful, persistent lilt to her tone, the comfortable familiarity of someone who had known him for a very long time.
Dylan let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders dropping slightly as he looked down at her hand on his arm. "I never agreed to that."
"You didn't say no," she pointed out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"I'm saying it now."
Nora only laughed, entirely undeterred by his dr
