Nathan
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds of my office, casting thin streaks of light across my desk as I skimmed through the latest case files, my focus sharp, my mind locked onto the details that needed reviewing before my next hearing.
Across from me, Kyle sat in one of the leather chairs, casually flipping through his phone while he waited for the document he had come to retrieve.
I had barely looked up when he walked in, too busy making notes, but now that the silence between us had stretched long enough, I finally glanced at him, arching a brow at the way he had made himself completely comfortable, one leg crossed over the other, looking every bit like a man with nowhere else to be.
“You do realize this isn’t your office, right?” I muttered, setting my pen down b
