Danielle huffed a tired breath and pushed away from the dining table. She stood up and stretched her arms over her head. A groan left her lips as bones popped in her back and shoulders.
“We can take a break if you like,” Trick suggested as he looked up from the laptop screen in front of him. However, a second later, he then rubbed at his eyes with his fingers, belying that his suggestion was only in consideration of her fatigue.
It was obvious Trick was equally exhausted from the mental task and from sitting for so long. It was only 10 PM, still pretty early by adult standards, but they had been seated at that table, bent over the laptop for over six hours. The table in question was littered with empty coffee mugs, empty bottles of water, crushed cans of energy drinks, and several empty
