Harper
I told myself I stayed because I hadn’t finished my coffee.
That was the first lie.
The second was that I wanted to thank Marcus for preparing the files.
Marcus wasn’t even at the station.
Still, I sat at the long kitchen table while the engine disappeared into the street and the sound of its siren faded.
Cole had looked at me through the window before the doors closed.
For half a second, the expression on his face had reminded me of Gavin.
Not because they looked alike.
They didn’t.
Gavin had known how to make every glance feel like a promise. Cole looked at people as though promises were things he expected them to break.
But they had left in the same engine.
Toward the same danger.
And now I was waiting again.
I hated myself for it.
I picked up my purse and walked o
