"Theo," Natasha breathed, and he jumped, nearly spilling the wine. He blinked at her as if surprised to see her standing in the doorway. He flushed and tucked a brown lock of hair behind his ear.

"Natasha, I was just." She settled beside him and turned to him.

Sorry about this," she told him. "I just wanted to leave these." She offered him half the papers in her hand, and he set the glass on a side table to pick up the documents. He stared blankly at the big, block letters across the top of the first page.

"Fast work," he whispered. She leaned over and tilted his jaw up,...