Three weeks in, and we’ve stopped pretending to like each other.

“The cantilever won’t support that much glass,” I say, pointing at his latest rendering.

“It will if we redistribute the load here.” Miles taps the screen, zooming in on a structural detail I somehow missed.

“That’ll blow the budget.”

“Not if we use this instead.” He pulls up an alternative material spec.

I study it. He’s right, which is becoming annoyingly common.

“Fine,” I say.

“Was that a compliment, Carter?”

“It was an acknowledgment of mathematical reality.”

He grins and goes back to his screen. It’s nine thirty PM. The office has been empty for hours.

My stomach growls....