I wasn’t sure what to expect the next day, but I certainly didn’t expect to find Olivia sitting at the bar already. Her grey pantsuit was ironed meticulously, just like always, and she didn’t look like she’d been drinking. Nobody would’ve believed me if I told them about the Olivia I saw last night.
I dropped my jacket on the bar. “Evening.”
“Good evening, Quinn.” Olivia took a sip from her coffee and shot me one of her confident, cold smiles. The one that hid all her vulnerability and cracks.
“You’re here early,” I said, not managing to keep the surprise out of my voice.
She chuckled. “The body can’t start without the heart, can it?”
“No, it can’t.”
She listened to me. Not just listened, she was actually taking my advice. That almost never happened.
A strange pride curled through m
