Chapter Eleven
Ward
The following day, I strolled into the front area of the station and found Beck leaning on the counter, laughing at something. Maisie’s cheeks were flushed as she glanced my way.
“Hey Ward,” Maisie said, brushing a curl out of her eyes. “Do you need anything?”
“Rumor has it you handle ordering supplies,” I said.
“She sure does. You’ll have better luck than me. She’s too worried about making sure she doesn’t treat me special around here,” Beck offered with a sly grin.
Maisie threw a pen at him, which Beck caught easily. Their banter was so easy-going, the love between them clear. Because I had it that bad for Susannah, it crossed my mind it was convenient for me to know there were interoffice relationships around here. If there was such a thing as an office when it
