Chapter Eleven: Savannah
The silence after Kylie’s question felt dangerously fragile.
Nolan stayed near the doorway, one hand still resting against the frame like he was debating whether letting her into this room had been a mistake.
Maybe it was.
Because whatever guarded expression he usually wore had cracked slightly the second she pointed at that photograph.
And Kylie suddenly realized something important.
This wasn’t just an office.
It was the version of Nolan nobody else got to see.
The real one.
She looked back toward the picture carefully.
The blonde woman stood beside him smiling directly at the camera while Nolan looked at her instead.
Not the camera.
Her.
And even in a still photograph, the emotion between them was obvious.
Warm.
Easy.
Intimate.
It hit Kylie hard
