Jack had been in the middle of going through the day's final emails when the knock came. It was late—later than anyone should be visiting without warning, and for a brief moment, he thought maybe Selena needed something. But when he opened the door, the face that greeted him wasn't hers.
"Reenee?" His brow lifted, a trace of surprise edging his voice.
She smiled, leaning lightly on the doorframe as if she had been standing there for a while. "Hi, Jack. I hope I'm not… interrupting anything?" Her voice had a deliberate softness to it, like she was already sliding into a game.
He glanced behind her—an empty hallway, before returning his gaze. "It's almost ten. What are you doing here?"
She let out a little laugh, like she'd been caught sneaking into trouble. "I just… wanted to talk. No agenda. No drama, I promise," Her eyes darted to his shirt—half-buttoned from where he'd loosened it earlier—and lingered a beat too long. "Do you mind?"
