Professional Boundaries

~VALERIE~

A warm breeze rustled through the garden as I watched Leo chase butterflies through Miriam Vance's prized rose bushes.

It had been a week since that night in the wine cellar—a week of stolen glances, careful avoidance, and the heaviest silence I'd ever experienced.

"You're doing it again," Beatrice said, swirling her wine glass lazily as she lounged in the wrought iron chair beside me.