He drove us back to my house. When we got inside, I put on a pot of coffee. “I keep forgetting to ask you. Where are you living now?”
Seb found mugs in the cabinet and the medium roast. “Residence Inn downtown. It’s an extended-stay hotel, and it’s convenient to work. Just hop on the train, or drive, if I have a meeting somewhere else.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You take the train?”
He scoffed. “Even high-powered businessmen in New York ride the subway.”
“I remember a time when you thought using transit was beneath you.”
His cheeks went a little red at that. “I’ve learned a lot since then, I hope.”
“Huh.”
I poured our coffee and handed him a mug. We chose to sit on my deck facing the tiny backyard. At least there’d been enough rain lately so the grass was a lush green. “Why’d you take m
