“Not yet.”
“It’s the best steak in Wyoming,” he says.
The doors open on the third floor.
“Enjoy your evening,” Calliope says as we exit. The grin never leaving her face.
The Wild Sage Steak House sits at the end of the corridor, warm, inviting light spilling from its entrance.
But we barely take three steps before another voice calls out, “Porter?”
We both turn to see Diana. She’s walking toward us from the other direction, tablet tucked against her side.
Her eyes flick from Porter … to me.
And something in her expression shifts. From pleasantly surprised to stunned. Maybe even … irritated.
“Hello, Diana,” he greets.
“Um, hi,” she says slowly. “Heading to dinner?”
Porter’s posture remains relaxed. “We are.”
Diana’s gaze lingers on me for a heartbeat. Then returns to him. “Oh?”
“Yes. We were both working late,” Porter says calmly. “And I thought it might be a good opportunity to see how Miss Storm is settling in.”
The explanation is perfectly sensible. But something about the way Diana’s smile tightens makes my stomach twist slightly. She doesn’t like that we’re together.
“That’s … thoughtful,” she says. Her tone is professional. Friendly even. But there’s an edge beneath it.
Jealousy.
“Well,” she continues briskly, “I’ll leave you to it.”
Her eyes flick between us once more before landing on me and narrowing slightly. “Enjoy your meal.”
“Thank you,” I say.
“Good night, Diana,” Porter says.
“Good night.”
She turns on her heel and walks back to the elevator. Her stilettos clicking sharply against the polished floor.
Neither of us speak as we watch her disappear.
Porter exhales slowly. Then he swings his arm toward the restaurant’s entrance. “After you.”
I glance up at him. “Is she mad?”
“No.”
He pauses.
“Maybe.”
This is a bad idea.
