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

that needs

closer in his chair, took a quick peek, and said, “Not

+

that line

it cool, “Give me ten

and the

“Since when did you get hooked on whodunits?”

was holding the detective novel Darren had

I was stressed out, but had no clue how Hogan pegged me as a mystery buff. I

“Huh.”

zipped it and

the wide office, all you could hear was the click–clack of keyboard keys and the occasional page turn.

was lively yet eerie.

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asked, “How about now, Mr. Zade?”

“Let me see.

suddenly closing

and the

a blown fuse, I’ll

to scoot

I got up, my palm accidentally covered

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