The threatening grin is breaking like a wave, but he's crossing the room and it keeps mostly to himself. Parker, amused with herself, calling it a win, tying her hair up at the back of her head when he leans, half-sitting, on the edge of his desk.


Falling into conversation with her is like falling off a log. "Saw your car. Parked on the street?"


Setting it up and waiting for her to take the bait, as she winds a pen into her hair and he plays innocent. Butter wouldn't melt in his twitching mouth.