Rowen hated Bonfire Night.
It was the only time of the year the campus would still be swarming so late in the evening. Most weeknights, the peace and quiet helped him focus and get more work done. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen tonight.
Rowen rose from his desk and began packing up. There would be hell to pay tomorrow, but he refused to bring work home. Home was a sanctuary, and all duties he left behind on his doorstep.
He began stacking up folders until a manila envelope emerged from the pile. Hayleigh’s paper. Her data analysis still needed work, but her study definitely had a lot of potential. He’d push for her to aim for dissertation of the year, if he was her mentor.
If only. That was never going to happen. She’d offered her paper for review if only to humor him, and all thanks to Rogers’ absence. She had everything else pat down except for the statistics—the only reason he was even in the picture.