Chapter 37

Don, breathless, lifted a hand. Raine’s mouth curled into a tiny smile; Henry was holding the door for him, and the afternoon rush was beginning, so they ducked away, balancing coffee orders for what looked like the entire firm.

Don stood very still, heart fluttering against his ribs. Raine was beautiful. So beautiful. So wonderful.

He made it over to the counter, at which point Kit held out a scrap of paper. “He said this was for you. Some sort of antique concert ticket? Is he bringing you presents? Inside jokes? That’s precious. You’re precious.”

Don snatched it away from him. “Have I fired you yet this week?”

“Nope.”

“How’re you and Aubrey and Viola? Tell them to come say hi. It’s been a while.”