Dante didn't speak.
He pulled into city traffic from the legal firm's building and he drove and he said nothing, which was the most useful thing he could have done. Sera sat in the back seat with her folder in her lap and the city moving past the windows and three words sitting in the middle of her attention.
*So do you.*
She had not planned to say it.
He had said you look well, quietly, across the conference table in the thirty seconds after the lawyers had found reasons to drift toward the door. The room emptying without quite emptying. Roman still at his end, she at hers, both of them gathering papers. He had said it in the voice of someone meaning a simple thing and not making it complicated.
And she had looked up and the beat had passed and she had said so do you and picked up he
