“No,” Marius admitted grudgingly. “Tera likes me because I make her laugh, I listen when she talks about her stupid yoga classes, and I do not try to impress her with fancy titles or expensive gifts.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, clearly uncomfortable with the parallel harper had drawn. “She does not give a damn about my job title or back account. She just… likes me.” He moved back toward his desk, leaning against it heavily as if the conversation had drained some of his usual energy. “So yes, Tera is probably just as guilty of falling for someone without caring about their status as you are.”
“Yeah, it happens,” Harper says with a light smile. “I am heading out.” Marius’s expression softened at her smile, the tension from earlier confrontations melting away. He nodded a
