They stayed late again on Tuesday. The transition project was almost done, just a few last numbers to check before the client signed everything the next week. The office was quiet, except for the soft hum of the building settling down for the night. Outside the window, the harbor had gone dark, the water glittering under a sky full of thin clouds.
"Last part," Ronan said, sliding the final folder across the table. "Then we're done."
"Finally." Ivy rubbed her eyes. She was tired, but in a good way, the kind of tired that comes from real work done well, not from worry chewing at the edges of her mind. "I don't think I've ever read this many numbers in my whole life."
"You did well with them." He watched her for a moment. There was something warm and open in his face, something she still w
