Jules POV
He finds me in the library at 9 AM on a Wednesday, which means he was looking.
Nobody comes to the east wing reference section at 9 AM unless they have a reason, and Tyler Kane does not strike me as someone who spends Wednesday mornings researching anything voluntarily. He comes around the end of the shelf with two coffee cups and a smile that's been practiced enough to look effortless, and I feel my whole body tighten the way it does now whenever I sense something coming.
"Thought you could use this." He sets one of the cups on the table in front of me, the paper sleeve, the good coffee from the place across the street, not the cafeteria machine. "You look like you've been here since sunrise."
"I have a shift." I don't touch the cup. "What do you want, Tyler?"
"Nothing." He
