CHAPTER SEVEN
Before lunchtime, Marley returned to her office. She wove around the other desks and drafting tables. The air vibrated with a frenetic, creative energy, something she normally thrived upon and why she loved working for RMF. Right now, however, she wanted to retreat and not have to deal with anyone.
She was dragging.
Not from a physical tiredness, but an emotional one. Seeing Von had worn her out in a way she hadn’t expected. He’d also left her confused.
Sitting at his breakfast bar the way they’d done before, and eating pastries they’d bought for each other, had been the definition of weird. Sure, his wanting to tell her about the background to the Starling project was typical Von. He was a good guy. Honest. Reliable. No one in Indigo Bay or Charleston who had worked with
