*Claire*

As Eric and I walked toward the driveway to leave, Misha was waiting by the front door. He looked at us, his sweet smile stretching across his face. “You guys are going to fuck some shit up, aren’t you?”

I smiled at him, raising my hand for a high-five as I walked past him. They never ceased to amaze me with what they could remember.

We arrived at Armando’s office building early, so he could show us the details of the project. If Eric was ...