My heels clicked softly on the polished marble while I turned from the reception desk, already mentally reviewing Adrien's afternoon schedule as I made my way back to the elevators, the signed delivery clipboard clutched loosely in my hand. Adrien had been deep in a conference call, so a quick trip downstairs was no big deal. The thought of him, focused and intense, brought a small, private smile to my lips. Soon, I hoped, those little trips would be for things like picking up dry cleaning for our apartment. Oh my goodness. Did I just say that!??
But just as I reached the main lobby, a sudden swell of voices and a palpable tension made me pause. A small crowd had gathered near the security desk, their faces a mix of curiosity and discomfort.
