(William’s POV)
Time has a way of slipping past you when you’re not looking. Two days had already gone by since I left Nottingham and flew back to Los Angeles, and the city’s familiar streets now carried an ease I had lacked before my trip.
I had left my sister, Tara, in a better state than when I’d first arrived, and I was glad I’d been able to stand in for her when the man our father had linked her with showed up unannounced. The issue was still far from resolved, but I’d made sure to send a clear message before leaving.
Back at my workplace, my desk was stacked high with pending files waiting for review and approval, but today wasn’t about documents and signatures.
It was what I tagged Office Love Feast day.
We’d started doing this on a quarterly basis, a casual, food-and-games ga
