Liora’s POV
I had thought the day would crawl, but Houston made sure it didn’t.
He’d claimed one of the chairs in my office as though it were his personal lounge. Long legs stretched, one arm draped carelessly, brown hair falling into his eyes, every inch the picture of a man who had no interest in being where he was, yet no shame in occupying space.
“You realize this isn’t a café,” I said dryly, shuffling through contracts. “You don’t get to sit here and waste my oxygen while I try to work.” I was surprised when Mirable has suddenly announced that Houston was here and he was here to see me. I didn’t understand why he would go out of his way just to sit and hang out with me. But his presence didn’t annoy or bother me at the end of it all.
Houston grinned. “But your office has
