"Don't worry about Edwin. He's resilient. He'll bounce back," she told me. "He always does." It surprisingly relieved some of my worry. "Thanks, Maddie. Have a good night." "I will, once this little stinker stops kicking the crap out of me.” She rubbed her round, baby belly and walked away smiling. “Night, Abby.” The rest of the office was dark, except for the light beaming from Cameron's office. I crept over to his room and peered around the corner to see if he was still busy. I watched him for a minute or so, admiring his unconditional effort and handsome features as he concentrated on whatever it was he was doing. He had already done away with his constricting suit jacket and had rolled up his crisp white sleeves. I loved the way they bunched just above his elbows, slightly exposing his incredible arms. He continued to squint at the page, his forehead wrinkled in thought, his thumb pressed against those full lips. I debated stealing him from his work, because I had other less productive things in mind.
