The next day at work, Serena caught sight of Elliot in the break room.

As usual, he was making her coffee. The soft morning light outlined his features—his fluffy short hair, the high yet smooth lines of his profile, and the perpetual hint of a smile at his lips. For a fleeting moment, Serena thought of her father.

Perhaps it was because both had outgoing personalities; Bill had a temperament somewhat similar to Elliot's. Bill didn't make coffee, but he brewed tea, taking great ...