“I have more,” Cloe read aloud. “What does that mean, more.”
She forwarded the email to Mac without thinking about it. Just did it, the way she did things with him now, without calculating first. His door opened thirty seconds later and he crossed the floor and stood behind her and read it over her shoulder and she felt the warmth of him close and did not move away.
“Caroline Marsh,” he said. “I know that name.”
She turned her head. He was close enough that turning brought her face near his and she was aware of it and did not make anything of it except to hold still.
“From the company?” she said.
“Three years ago. She was in the contracts department. She left suddenly. I assumed it was personal.” His jaw tightened slightly. “Sandra managed her exit.”
Cloe turned back to the screen. “
