LAUREN'S POV

 “Alright then, we’ll be taking our leave.” Roman stood, voice even and businesslike, as we both rose to our feet. I wrapped my fingers around the laptop Jeff had passed to me and carried it at my side, the machine a warm, solid weight that felt steadier than my stomach.

 Jeff extended a hand and Roman shook it. “Thanks for the help,” Roman said, earnest. There was no performance in it just a quiet appreciation that made my throat lift with gratitude for the man who’d opened that door for me.

 “You know you can always count on me,” Jeff replied, easy and sincere.

 “Thank you, really. I...