Technically His Wife

Zara

"Vance, what's wrong?" I asked, moving closer properly now.

"Nothing," he said, "It's just work. Come sit."

"That didn't look like nothing."

"Zara." He said my name like a small warning, patting the space on the couch beside his desk. "Sit and eat something with me before you go back out."

I studied him for a second longer, but his face had already smoothed back into the easy calm. I decided