Kiran and Walker spent the better part of the next hour pulling everything out of their respective drawers, boxes, and piles. They sorted the wanted (mostly blueprints, maps, and an ancient inventory of all the machinery on the property) from the unwanted.
It took them twice as long to put everything back, leaving it the way they had found it.
Well, mostly the way they had found it.
Because there was no way in hell Walker wasn’t going to label everything in the chaos. He’d even filched some of Lilah’s color-coded stickers to make it happen – it was unknown payment for her unruly wife’s transgressions.
“These are perfect,” Walker mumbled to himself, shearing a piece of tape with his teeth. They were finally back inside his office, and he’d set about sticking things up on the bare expa
