Salome’s POV
“Don't listen to him, Jeremiah was just trying to be funny,” I said, forcing a laugh that felt thin in the small space of the elevator. I shifted my weight, trying to put distance between myself and my boss while still looking Korbin in the eye. “We happen to live in the same neighborhood. It is just a carpool. He gives me a lift when I need one, that is all.”
Korbin nodded slowly. He didn't look convinced. He looked like a man who had just found a winning lottery ticket on the floor. “Right. Neighbors. That makes a lot of sense, Salome.”
Silence fell over us as the elevator climbed. It was the kind of heavy, sticky silence that makes you want to crawl out of your own skin. I saw Korbin cut a look toward Jeremiah, his eyebrows creeping toward his hairline. He was definitely
