Kiran, Willow, and Jackson were slow to file out, with the latter bringing up the rear of their sluggish procession. Jackson’s knuckles were strangely white on the door, and he looked between Meriwa and Walker before finally closing it, his shoulder barely out of the way.
Walker stood behind his desk, arms crossed, as he waited for the click.
And for the sounds of footsteps outside to fade into nothing.
Stepping out from behind his desk, Walker slowly approached the female. He kind of expected her to hiss at him, but she didn’t. She only watched him warily with those big, wet eyes.
“Here,” he said, shrugging out of his shirt and holding it aloft for her. It hung between them, a plaid flag of parley.
Which left him in nothing but a faded wife-beater, jeans, and beige work boots th
