Chapter 6

The only sound in the hall was the clatter of keyboards.

I looked at Caleb, his face still a little breathless.

All I could picture was that bowl of seafood risotto from the famous old place, sitting there at 3 am.

And that unapologetic line, "Alice's been crying nonstop."

I didn't want to drag my awkward personal drama out in front of my team.

Just bringing up that whole shabby, depressing mess felt exhausting.

"Just a friend," I said.

I turned back to Mike, my voice strangely calm.

Caleb's hand, halfway extended, stalled awkwardly in the air.

His expression darkened.…