62

Elaine

I hummed softly to myself as I rearranged my desk, trashing worthless pieces of papers and sorting the manuscripts needed for the final review so I could hand them over to Max. It was a brand new Monday morning, and the long weekend haul was surprisingly refreshing.

When I'd gotten home after job hunting the other day, Finn looked utterly pleased to have had Max around and gutted to see him leave. I had a wrecked home as proof of just how much fun they'd had. Max, too, seemed to be handling everything quite well. I'd sat with my mouth hanging open as they made arrangements to go out for a playdate on Thursday. Apparently, Max was taking the day off to spend time with him.

It all felt so surreal. Too good to be true.

He told me I could come back to the office, and although I'd pretended to be disinterested, I had to accept his offer back. I needed to keep a close watch on him, and also, he'd offered a generous salary raise as well.

We'd been civil to each other all morning. Turn