She made her way to her desk, sat down, shoved her messenger bag in a drawer, and wondered: Why did she want to engage Kent Harper? Because I’m nuts, that’s why. Because I saw him slash down his gaming sword like that man did that night at the rave with Serena. Even after seven years, Mia would swear his movements looked exactly the same, fluid, fast, practiced, the warrior. She remembered how excited Serena had been that night; she was having so much fun. He’s a gamer, Mia. How lucky is that? He knows everything.

And Alex Harrington wore a chunky silver link bracelet, like the man in the photo. She shook her head. It simply couldn’t be. Harrington was running for mayor of New York City, and both he and Kent Harper ran the New York branches of their families’ companies, both successful, upstanding citizens. And best friends, partners in everything? Had her imagination gone off the rails? All coincidence, that’s what it was, what it had to be. You don’t believe that for a single fricking second.

No, she couldn’t, she wouldn’t just shake off what she’d seen with her own eyes. Even the possibility that both Kent Harper and Alex Harrington really were the men at the frat rave at Godwyn that night seven years ago made her question her own sanity. But she was a reporter, a good one, so she wasn’t about to allow herself to leap headfirst to a conclusion based on how a man handled a gaming sword and another man wore a bracelet. She could hardly tell anyone at the Guardian about it, least of all Milo. He’d think she’d lost it. What she had to do was—

“Hey, Mia, you having a meltdown? You haven’t moved in forty-one seconds, I timed it.”

She jerked, managed a laugh at Benny Tate, their social media and website guru, young, of course, and always coming up with crazy new app ideas that were oddly intriguing, the latest, Alone in the Serengeti: A Beginners Guide. “Nah, just thinking about how you’d make a great date, Benny.”

“Har har,” but his eyes lit up as he shot a sideways look at Kali Knight.

“Yes! Yes!”

Both Mia and Benny turned to see Millie Jones waving her arms and doing a happy dance by her desk.

Mia said, “What’s going on with Millie? Did she win the lottery?”

Dirk looked up from the photos he was working on, called out, “This is her second spontaneous eruption. We’re going to start calling her Krakatoa. A couple of minutes ago, she burst out with “The Sound of Music” and fist-bumped herself. Gotta admit, she’s got some moves.”

“So she did win the lottery?”