Partners in Crime

Paige

I looked up from my computer and discovered night had somehow fallen around me. Late night, too. Nearly one, by the clock on my computer. I rubbed my eyes. Waiting for Tony to reply to the documents was torture, and Chris had dropped a new project on my desk right before the rest of the office usually signed off for the night. Tom and I didn’t have any plans, so I’d just asked Miranda to bring dinner to my room and figured I would work until I got tired enough to fall instantly asleep.

Of course, that hadn’t happened yet. I didn’t know if it would. At least I could see the light on in Tom’s office and know he was burning the midnight oil with me. Not that my tech start-up graphic design was anything like what he was probably up to downstairs. No, he was probably doing something that put his or other people’s lives on the line.

Could I put up with that? Decades of knowing every time he went to work, I had to worry about whether he’d survive the day? My memories of before Dad left