Kord
He’d already decided what to do but, for the first time in his life, he was nervous about carrying out his plan. He intended to ask Doyle to have dinner. Simple, he thought. Except it didn’t feel simple. If Doyle accepted—and there was no guarantee he would—this would be the first time in almost three months they would be spending time together outside of work. It was bound to be awkward, he reminded himself.
Would Doyle say yes? Or, was he ready to move on and forget everything but the agency? Kord wasn’t sure, though he thought he saw some signs that Doyle would be open to the invitation. Doyle wasn’t always easy to read, especially when it came to work. When it had to do with them, Doyle had been less guarded, more open. Until three months ago. After everything that had happened
