She’d been at her workstation, deep in the confines of the Natural History Museum for hours, alternately staring into her microscope, or poring through the stacks of ancient manuscripts that littered her desk. “Want some coffee?” She turned toward the sound of his voice. Daniel Parrish was standing in the doorway of her office, holding a mug of coffee. He held it out to her, and she caught the aroma of his specialty Kona blend. Daniel was very possessive of his coffee, and she knew if he was offering her some from his private stash, she must look like she needed it. “Thanks, Daniel.” She took the mug, closed her eyes, and took a long sip. It was hot and black, and absolutely what she needed. “Any luck?” Daniel perched on a stool next to her, thumbing through an open textbook lying on her desk. “I have a lead, but I’m at a dead end with what I can do here.
