Zara
For a few minutes after Dad says definitely yes, the office is everything I remember loving about the clubhouse.
Too loud. Too warm. Too full of people who have absolutely no respect for personal space or emotional privacy, which is unfortunate because I can feel tears sitting dangerously close behind my eyes, and Jade is still half-hanging over my shoulders like a victorious barnacle.
Mayhem is already talking about moving tools around in the garage, because apparently my employment requires an immediate and unnecessary reorganization of the entire building. Jade is suggesting figure-hugging overalls, because of course she is. Locke is sitting beside me, his hand still wrapped around mine, his thumb brushing once across my knuckles in a way that tells me he knows exactly how much
