Ethan didn’t invite Eve to sit.
She noticed.
His office felt colder than usual, the city skyline stretched out behind him like a barrier rather than a view. Eve stood near the window, unbothered by the silence, her posture relaxed in a way that suggested she had stood in this room before—and expected to again.
“So,” she said lightly, breaking the quiet. “That’s Amelia.”
Ethan’s gaze remained fixed on his desk. “You didn’t come here to comment on my staff.”
Eve smiled faintly. “She’s more than staff.”
That made him look up.
His eyes were sharp now, warning clear beneath the calm. “Be careful.”
Eve met his gaze without flinching. “I am being careful. That’s why I came.”
She turned fully toward him, folding her arms loosely. “You’re slipping, Ethan.”
“I’m managing.”
“Barely.” Her t
