By the time I returned to the seventieth floor, I'd decided Seth was overthinking things.
Which was saying something, considering my boyfriend was Augustus Evans.
Yes, Augustus and I were different.
He alphabetized documents.
I occasionally forgot where I'd put my handbag while holding it.
He planned three weeks ahead.
I considered choosing dinner before six an impressive achievement.
But differences didn't automatically mean incompatibility.
Besides, we'd been officially dating for two days.
Surely we deserved longer than forty-eight hours before somebody started questioning our future.
I collected the revised Meridian framework and knocked on Augustus's office door.
"Come in."
He sat behind his desk, reviewing documents with his usual executive concentration.
"Commercial's updated framework," I announced, placing the folder before him.
"Thank you, Miss Harper."
Perfectly professional.
He opened the folder and scanned the first page.
