(Reese)
I heard the elevator before I saw him.
I had just come through the lobby after a long day, the kind that left you quiet on the inside, not empty, just used up in all the right places. The presentation follow up had gone well. Simone had locked in two of the press dates and my marketing director had come back with numbers that made sense. Things were moving the way they were supposed to move and I had driven home feeling like myself again for the first time in days.
That lasted until the elevator doors opened on four.
Ethan was standing in the hallway.
He had his jacket over one arm and his phone in his hand and he turned when he heard the elevator and smiled the way he always did, easy and warm.
"I was about to call you," he said.
"I didn't know you were coming," I said.
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