Chris looked at the clock.
He had just enough time to finish pretending to work and then go change into something that would make Rowan look personally betrayed.
He stood, stretching once, careful of the lingering pull low in his abdomen. Better than last week, but the soreness was still there.
Rowan straightened immediately, ready to follow him.
Anna glanced between them, already aware a battle was about to begin and wise enough not to volunteer for casualties.
Chris picked up his phone, slid it into his pocket, and said with a brightness Rowan distrusted on principle, "I'm going to get dressed."
Rowan's expression didn't move. "Appropriately."
Chris started toward the private corridor connecting his office to his rooms. "Comfortably."
"Those are not always the same thing."
Chris looked over his shoulder. "Today they are."
