Painful Clarity

Donovan's POV

I looked at the glass wall.

Caspian was still working. He hadn't looked up from his computer. From this angle, his expression was still, professional, composed and focused on what he was typing down.

I'd been watching that face across a desk for eighteen months.

"I'll think about it," I said.

"Think faster," Leon said. "He's a thorough person who notices things and is not oblivious