Gunther placed the cup he’d been drying on top of the stack, watching as Natalie straightened that one, too. “Odd, isn’t it?” he murmured, “how we bury ourselves in work when things go wrong elsewhere?”
“I’d noticed that, yes.” She looked up at him. “You’re always here when I get in, and you’re always here when I leave. Sometimes, when I drive past late at night, the light is still on in your office or in your suite.”
He’s not the only one with problems, but then those problems turn up on his doorstep, yet again. Or… do they?
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