Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

I didn’t expect Hogan to swing by with meds in the dead of night. Caught me off guard, and I felt a tad guilty, too.

But then I thought, our slim thread of a connection wasn’t enough for Mr. Zade to go out of his way like this.

I figured it must be something to do with the couple’s space on the site.

Looking at the code I was hammering out, I got this weird itch in my chest.

I muttered a thanks, deliberately sidestepping that awkward moment, and said all polite–like, “Still knee–deep in code, not gonna walk you out, Mr. Zade.”

Basically showing him the door.

Hogan blinked, rooted to the spot, his gaze sliding over the hand warmer I was clutching, and he asked, “No heating?”

Heating? He thought this was the Rainbow Capital or something.

In an old office block like ours, we were lucky to have central air, let alone heating.

I forced a smile, “Not cold.”

Hogan didn’t bite, surprisingly pulled up a chair, and sat down.

I guessed he wasn’t leaving tonight without some answers, so I flipped to the couple’s space

and asked, “See anything that needs

took a quick peek, and said, “Not punchy enough.”

+

that line

played it cool, “Give

Hogan grunted an okay, his gaze drifted to the bookshelf, and the next thing, his long,

ask, “Since when did you get hooked on

holding the detective novel Darren had

clue how Hogan pegged me as a mystery buff. I fobbed him off,

“Huh.”

it and focused on fixing the page.

In the wide office, all you could hear was the click–clack

was lively yet eerie.

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09:54.

Chapter 70

task done, I asked, “How

“Let me see.

over, suddenly closing the gap between

clicked the mouse, there was a “pop,” and the overhead light went out, the monitor screen

a blown fuse, I’ll

told Hogan to scoot over.

I got up, my palm accidentally

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