Horace smirks. “Not in so many words. We know Brevan very well, and while he was vague enough at ‘I’m seeing a guy I shouldn’t be’ and that it began during your Iceland trip, there were only so many options given that there’s no reason he can’t see a student, and Dr. Weaver is involved with Whitty. Process of elimination leaves you, Dr. Keller.”
I huff in amusement. “Very well. I’m glad he has friends like you. I’ll make sure he’s okay.”
Horace nods. He gives us a wave before he jogs off.
“Seems to me like Brevan has some very good friends,” Byndley says, a smile following Horace’s progress as he disappears around a corner.
“It does.” Warmth blossoms in my chest. I’ve thought Brevan has such a sweet soul since the moment we first spoke. To knowthat he has good friends looking out for him makes me extremely happy.
We continue toward the Magnus Hirschfeld HR Building, a short walk away. Miss Marny gets to her feet as soon as I step foot inside.
“Good afternoon, Miss Marny,” I say, bowing my head in her direction.
“Good afternoon, Dr. Keller.” It’s clear that she didn’t expect me to show up and certainly not unannounced.
“Brevan is still with Dr. Boden?” I ask.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t disclose?—”
“Yes, he is,” a voice calls from the other side of the open room. I look at the two young men standing in front of the chairs. Giving Marny a nod, I turn in their direction.
“Hello, gentlemen,” I greet, offering them my hand. “Kendrick Keller. This is my friend and assistant, Byndley.”
They shake our hands with smiles.
“I’m Lane. This is Wulfe. I’m glad someone could finally reach you.”
“I’m sorry for the trouble. Morlan was doing his job, and because he didn’t know about Brevan, he didn’t relay the message,” I say.
“Youhavebeen in a meeting all morning,” Byndley points out.
“You’re not actually in trouble, are you?” Wulfe asks. “I feel like that goes against ourLove is Lovemotto.”
I smile. “We’re not in trouble.”
“You didn’t get fired, right?”
“I didn’t get fired,” I agree. “I’m not even sure the policies will be changing as a reflection of these circumstances.”
“Good. They shouldn’t. We face discrimination on who’s acceptable to love all over the world, and this is supposed to be a place outside that,” Wulfe says.
“Byndley, can you make a note of that quote?” I ask.
Byndley smirks. “Already have.”
Both men grin at us.
“How long has he been in there?” I ask, glancing at Celia Boden’s door.
“Forty minutes. Coach arrived twenty-five minutes ago, so I feel better about him being in there so long,” Lane says as he frowns at the door.
“Coach Lemon Frost?” Byndley asks.
“Yes, he’s fiercely protective of his athletes,” Wulfe says with a wide smile while rocking on his feet.
“You sent in Papa Bear,” Byndley muses.
“Absolutely. Brevan was already freaked out, and they weren’t going to let us bust up in there. Besides, it sounded as if Coach had already anticipated this happening.”
