Wolfe looked from Angus to Nari and then back. A mental debate obviously went on in his head and then he shrugged. “If anybody needs me, call.” He clapped Jethro on the back and the Brit stumbled toward the elevator. “You think I could get a job teaching at your college? I know a lot of shit.”

“No.” Jethro tripped into the elevator.

Wolfe followed him, and the door closed with him arguing his case.

Angus patted the hard concrete next to him. “Do you ever let your hair down, Zhang?”

“My hair is down.” The temptation to sit next to him for just a brief moment was almost more than she could resist. Plus, she felt like an idiot just standing there in an empty room, looking down at him. “I really did try, Angus,” she said softly.

“Jesus. Just sit down.” He reached for the bottle again. “Do you ever fucking relax?”

“Of course.” Knowing she was being manipulated didn’t stop her from playing along. Her boot heels clip-clopped as she walked toward him and sat where Wolfe had been. At least the concrete was warm there.

Just the two of them in the office, once again. She’d become used to sharing this time with him and surprise filled her at how much she was going to miss it, even though her skin felt too tight and her body too restless. Too needy. “Do you ever feel like we’re the two grownups in this place?”

Angus chuckled. “On occasion, definitely.” He extended the bottle. “One last drink before we close this office?”

“I have to drive home.” After the day she’d endured, she would love to lose herself in a bottle. But somebody had to keep a clear head.

“Raider and Brigid are coming by, and they’ll give us a ride home. Come on, Nari. This is the last night we’ll see each other; we might as well say goodbye with a drink.” Without waiting for her to answer, he raised the bottle to his mouth and took several deep drinks.

She shook her head. “I would hate to see your liver, Angus.”

He chuckled and set the bottle back on the ground.

Roscoe whined across the room.

“No,” Nari said firmly. “You are not drinking, Roscoe.”

The dog wagged his tail, yipped, and flipped around to disappear in the office.

She laughed. “He is so dramatic.” And adorable. The humor deserted her faster than a contact high. “I’m really going to miss him.” Her chest ached and she eyed the bottle. No. Getting tipsy with Angus was a huge mistake, and one she’d likely not recover from. At least for a while. She sighed and rested her head back on the wall, closing her eyes.

“Rough day?” Angus rumbled.