"MAYOR CRAWFORD IS HERE to see you, sir."
Trey absorbed the quick jolt of nerves and pleasure, grateful Louis couldn't see him through the intercom. Slow down, idiot. She hasn't come for you. This is about the wedding. But she had come instead of just calling or doing something else to re-establish distance between them. He rolled his shoulders and smoothed down his tie. "Send her in."
His door opened. Sandy strode in, offering a quick, careless smile to Louis - the kind of smile she'd once aimed at him.
Trey tamped down the flicker of jealousy and rose to greet her. "Good morning."
"Morning."
"You want some coffee?" The last thing he needed was more caffeine jittering through his system, but he needed something to do with his hands.
"Sure."
Louis started toward the sideboard, where a coffee service was always set up, but Trey waved him away. "I'll get it."