GRACE
When I get home, Tess is waiting for me. I toss my keys onto the kitchen counter and sigh. “You waited up?” I haven’t checked the time in a while but I know morning can’t be far away.
“Of course I did. I’ve rang you, like, thirty times. Where’ve you been? Is he okay?”
Tess and Bell were with me in the bar when I spotted James acting strangely. Bell thought it was hilarious, seeing our usually formal and uptight boss dancing on a podium, and Tess was altogether uninterested. She thought I should leave him to it. But I couldn’t. Something was wrong, though even now I can’t explain what.
I’ve gotten to know the firm, self-assured bastard everyone else sees, but I’ve also seen glimpses of the man behind the mask he wears; the man who likes to sing, poke fun at me, talk about random
