Chapter 26: The Space Between Two Chairs

Mia had learned the exact sound of Nate's office door now — the soft pneumatic hiss, the particular click of the latch — the way you learn a person's footsteps. On Tuesday morning she heard it twice before nine and didn't look up either time. That was new. Two weeks ago he would have found a reason to walk past her desk. A question about the Hartwell deck. A coffee, wordlessly set down, black, th...