Nathan
The numbers on the page in front of me blurred slightly as I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms before dragging a hand down my face, my fingers lingering at my jaw as I exhaled.
Concentration wasn’t coming easily, not with the thought of Eleanor and Lara somewhere in the house, probably talking about me, or at the very least, talking about something that I wasn’t privy to, and the idea of that alone was enough to make me curious, enough to make me wonder if Eleanor was telling her best friend about things that had happened in this house, or at work about things that had happened between us. Maybe even throw in talks about Judge Emma.
But even if she wasn’t talking about that, I still found myself wondering what they were discussing, where they were in the house, if Ele
