He called on Tuesday.

Cleo was at her desk staring at a spreadsheet she had been staring at for forty minutes without actually seeing when her phone buzzed and Reid's name came up and she felt her stomach do something she was going to pretend didn't happen.

She picked up. "Hey."

"Hey." His voice was the same as always. Calm, unhurried. "Are you free Friday evening?"

"I think so. Why?"

"Dinner," he said simply. "If you want."

She looked at her spreadsheet. "Like a date?"

"Yes," he said. "Like a date."

She smiled at her screen where nobody could see it. "Okay."

"Seven. I'll send you the address."

"Reid."

"Mm."...