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Dover was still in the kitchen when Harlow got there. The first thing she saw when she rounded the fridge was him holding up a steaming mug of black coffee. She might have kissed him if his expression hadn’t morphed to confusion.
“Take a shower?”
“Something like that,” she said and accepted the coffee. Dover sat at the breakfast bar and pressed some buttons on a tablet laid there to open a news app. “I should call work.”
“Maze is going to check that out. He’s been in their system. You’ve been marked as being on personal leave this week.”
Whatever this week had been, it wasn’t personal leave, and she hadn’t requested it. Trying to figure out why her boss would put something like that on an official record when it wasn’t true, Harlow kept drinking her coffee.
Noon appeared around th
