Ava’s pov

“We’re still only halfway through the data tables. Look at this column.

The numbers don’t line up with the earlier samples.”

I pointed at the screen and felt him move behind my chair. His body blocked the weak afternoon light coming through the blinds.

The heat of him settled over my back before his hand even touched the wood.

His fingers rested on the top edge of the chair, close enough that the warmth soaked through my blouse and straight into my skin. Neither of us shifted away.

“Show me the discrepancy again,” he said. His voice stayed even but lower than before.

I scrolled. “Right here. Layer...