His measured tone, then a rasp she recognized from yesterday, then a low voice that made her pulse climb before her brain had finished placing it.
They came around the corner of the east wing, walking from inside the construction. Doug in his usual suit, tablet under his arm. Luna in a hoodie and shorts, hood up. And between them, hands loose at his side, unhurried, Kaiden Grey.
Yuna stood up so fast the folding chair almost came with her.
'Professional. PROFESSIONAL.'
"Miss Park." Doug entered the tent first and set his tablet on the table. "Any further harassment since we last spoke?"
"I blocked the number."
"Great." Doug smiled at that and gestured toward the chairs.
Kaiden stopped in front of her and held out his hand.
"Good morning."
Same calm. Same weather-report delivery.
