Luke stood at the end of a row of cubicles, Agathe’s temporary desk a few spots ahead. The clutter of office chairs and computer monitors made him regret his choice to treat her like any other consultant and not give her a private office.
Most people were yet to return from lunch, but a tall, blond doofus of a male stood next to her desk. Max.
As much as Luke loved his brother, the guy had a lot to atone for, and his presence now added irritation on top of everything else.
Luke took a slow breath and continued toward her, a brown gift bag clutched in his hand. His own attempt at atonement. Yesterday’s meeting had been enlightening, but it hadn’t ended as well as he’d hoped. The gap between them still remained open.
Max’s focus stayed downcast on her, and he rubbed the back of his neck,
