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

a quick

+

line

cool, “Give me ten

the bookshelf, and the next thing, his long, even fingers were touching one

did you get hooked on

holding the detective novel Darren had given me.

through it a few times when I was stressed out, but had no clue how Hogan pegged me as a mystery buff. I

“Huh.”

so I zipped it and focused

night was deep, and we both fell silent. In the wide office, all you could hear was the click–clack of keyboard keys and

lively

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asked, “How about now, Mr.

“Let me see.

his chair over, suddenly

was a “pop,” and the overhead light went out, the monitor screen following

a blown

told Hogan to scoot over.

I got up, my palm accidentally covered the back of his hand.

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