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After spending hours on a bus, Shyla was grateful to be upright, stretching out her idle muscles. Her mind was the opposite of idle. For days, all she’d done was think. Her head needed to rest. Once she saw Score and got an idea of his mood, then she’d let her brain off the hook for a while.
Being optimistic was easy right up until the moment she reached his building. Their building. Whatever it was, she wasn’t sure.
Beeks and Fish could be inside. Some part of her craved the normalcy of cooking for them and being back in her old position. The other part was terrified that everyone would act like nothing was different. If that happened, she would never get any answers.
The last time she’d been nervous going up in the elevator was the day she’d first arrived to apply for the job. No
