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His suit jacket is tossed on the back of the couch, and he’s rolling up the sleeves of his button-down.
“Hey,” I say, my voice high and embarrassingly breathless. “You’re home.”
“I’m home,” he confirms, finishing one sleeve and starting on the other. “Top or bottom?”
“Top,” I decide. “I was bottom last night.”
“’Kay.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head, then leans over me to reach the keys. He cycles through the opening chords of “Heart and Soul” twice before I chime in with the accompaniment in the higher octave.
Our rendition lasts a few minutes longer than it did during yesterday’s session. When Kit asked me to teach him a song on the piano, I thought we’d attempt a couple of lessons, and he’d eventually lose interest. But it’s our routine now. As soon as he comes home, we play something together. My favorite part of the day now.
“Way to carry the team,” he tells me, setting an elbow on the stand and covering a yawn with his hand.
“You didn’t mess up a single note,” I reply as I lean closer, resting my head against his shoulder. “You’re home late.”
“I know, sorry. I was going over reports and lost track of time.”
“It’s fine. I just missed you.”
“I missed you too. April hasn’t figured out the right sorting system for my reports yet.”
I roll my eyes. “How sad for you.”
He chuckles, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “How did the deposition go?”
I tense a little. “It was, uh, fine.”
“Fine? That’s it? You’ve been talking about those binders for the past two weeks.”
“The binders were perfect. It was—Isaac was there.”
“Isaac? Yourex, Isaac?”
“Yeah. He was one of the attorneys on the other side. I ran into him in the conference room beforehand.”
“He came all the way to New York for a deposition?” Kit asks.
“No. He lives here now. He transferred offices from his firm’s Chicago location to New York back in the fall.”
“You guys really caught up, huh?” Kit’s tone is careful, measured, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking at all.
I straighten so I can see his expression. Also controlled. “Actually, I knew about the transfer already. His friend’s girlfriend texted me months ago about it.”
“Months ago?”
I nod. “Halloween.”
He hesitates before asking, “Is that why you were really upset that night?”
“No. I—no. Maybe I should have mentioned it, but that’s not why I was upset. I wasn’t thrilled, knowing he was moving here, but I figured the chances of us ever running into each other were … slim.”
Kit rubs a thumb along his jaw. “Notthatslim, apparently.”
“I’m only telling you because you asked about my day and he was part of my day. No other reason.”
“What did you guys talk about?”
“Not much. He wasn’t expecting to see me either. He apologized. Said he regretted how things ended.”