In the morning, it's hard to go to the office. I woke up in bed entwined with Ty, showered with him, ate breakfast with him, and told him how much I hated working on this Cleveland briefing. It felt like a fantasy of how life could be if I were in a real relationship instead of unethically f*****g my famous client. Then I had to leave him, sneak out of my own house like a fugitive while this man I care about so much slinked away in a hoodie like some sort of cat burglar.
He called Donna at work to set up a meeting with me for official business, but that doesn't brighten my day. I have to pretend like he's just a regular client, like he wasn't inside my body or listening to me bare my soul, talking about the loss of my dad and what that's meant for my life.
At lunch, when we're looking
