Damien rubbed his nose with a helpless expression. "Poaching my wife right in front of me? That's a bit harsh, isn't it?"
Lottie shot him a glare. "If I ever find out Grace has been mistreated under your watch..."
She narrowed her eyes and made a throat-slitting gesture.
"My friend in information security may not be an assassin, but he's more than capable of taking down the cybersecurity of a few publicly traded companies."
Damien's expression turned serious. "Don't worry, Sis. I'll be on my best behavior."
"Don't 'Sis' me, Damien."
Lottie glared at him. Mark, watching the scene unfold, couldn't understand what they were saying and tugged anxiously at Damien's sleeve, hoping for a translation.
Watching them all joke around, Grace felt a lump in her throat and almost started to cry.
The boarding announcement echoed through the terminal.
Mark kissed Gianna's little cheek and handed her back to Damien.
Lottie gave Grace one last look, then turned and waved over her shoulder.
"We're off."
She strode toward the gate, her retreating figure impossibly cool.
Grace watched her go, her eyes welling up.
"Let's go."
Damien put his arm around her shoulder. "We should head back, too."
***
As the weather warmed up, Damien and Grace finally got back into their work routines.
The next morning, Damien was in his office early.
Felix knocked and entered, holding a tablet with a strange expression on his face.
"Mr. Clarke, Mrs. Clarke."
Damien was helping Grace review a lab data report and didn't look up. "Go on."

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