Vanessa
“I can’t stay here,” Lance remarked casually over breakfast. The last few days had been great. The time off from work had been a bonus, but I knew he was right.
“And why not?” I asked as I picked up my cup of cooling coffee.
“Well, for starters, I have to get back to work,” he said, and I frowned. When I had left home, Lance had been kicking against working for the firm.
“So, you caved,” I stated. It wasn’t a question; I knew the answer. Lance looked away, which only confirmed it. “It’s fine, Lance. You were always good with that sort of thing,”
“That sort of thing?” he echoed with a chuckle. “I hate working for the firm, Vanessa. But I also…love it,” he admitted, and I couldn’t help but smile. “When I gave in and started working there…I hated it. I still hate it. But then
