I was suddenly more insecure, more nervous than I’d been in a long time. Will was furious, not that he told me this, but I could tell. He wouldn’t let me know, wouldn’t tell me outright how much it had upset him. I had learned a while ago that I needed to interpret that sort of thing. We tiptoed around each other for a few days, glossing over the things that hurt while we both threw ourselves at our jobs. “What are you working on?” Will asked, sitting next to me on the couch. I automatically minimized the desktop windows I had open. “Just some stuff,” I said. It was more work for Serena. She’d given me a huge pile of spreadsheets to organize, which was normally one of my favorite tasks, but they were in one hell of a mess. I was partly frustrated, partly loving the challenge of untangling and fixing it all. Will gave a tiny, annoyed huff. “Is it work for the museum?” “Yeah… just a few documents.” I closed the laptop and turned to face him, plastering a smile on my face.
