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It was after five Wednesday night when he stood outside Nathan’s office door. For the last two days, Barnaby had not pressed him. He’d seen him across the office or in the hallway and exchanged polite pleasantries that nearly killed him. Not once had he seen him privately or called him. He had hoped Nathan would make the next move. If there was a next move.
Now, as Barnaby stood outside the closed door, his heart was heavy. He guessed Nathan was sending a message loud and clear that he just needed to get.
It would be incredibly pathetic if he were to knock on the door and demand another date from Nathan. Barnaby didn’t do pathetic. Okay, well, he did. But not this time. He shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t be tempted and made to walk away.
The door opened, startling a yelp out of him.
Nathan’s dark eyes blinked behind his big glasses. “Barnaby, you’re still here.”
What had he expected? “Wow, am I glad to see you?”
“I was just leaving. Goodnight.”