Realizing how ridiculous my reflex was, I stopped pulling away.

Through the glass window, I caught Harry watching us, his expression dark, like someone who'd been betrayed.

What a joke.

When I got back from HR with my transfer papers to Roy's department, Harry cornered me in the hallway.

"What's going on between you and Davis?"

Was he seriously questioning me? What right did he have?

"Dr. Bates, aren't we broken ...