The knock came sharp through the silence.

Cael's hand froze.

I moved slowly, pulled his hand free, reached for his shirt from the desk and held it out to him. He took it without a word and slipped it back on, fingers working the buttons quickly. I fixed my belt, straightened my shirt and pulled Cael down onto my lap before he could stand.

He made to get up immediately.

I wrapped my arm around his waist and held him firmly in place.

"Don't move," I said quietly against his ear.

He stilled.

"Come in."

The door opened. Mark walked in with his usual measured steps, folder in hand, eyes...