A Dance Without Fire

The kitchen doors swing open, and I pull my hand away from Vance’s. It’s Gideon.

I don’t know why I feel like I’ve been caught doing something I shouldn’t. Gideon doesn’t seem to notice as he crosses the room and picks up the cup.

“Thanks,” he says, his voice sounding groggy. “I really needed this.”

He heads for the office, and I look back at Vance, deciding that it’s best if we just pretend that