Marlowe
Bear had started watching King and me with the specific, delighted attention of a man following a soap opera, and I'd caught him at it enough times now that I'd stopped pretending not to notice.
"You're doing it again," I told him, setting a crate of parts down harder than strictly necessary.
"Doing what?" Bear didn't even have the decency to look guilty. "Just standing here. Minding my own business."
"You're staring."
"I'm observing." He crossed his arms, unbothered, watching me with the exact same expression he'd been aiming at King and me for the better part of a week now. "There's a difference. Observing's professional. King asked me to keep an eye on all the new prospects."
"Funny how the eye only ever lands on this particular one."
"Funny," Bear agreed, entirely unrepe
