The next day I decide to come in a bit early and stop by Lucy’s office. I know her shit is complicated, but I also know that yesterday wasn’t a freak of nature sort of thing. We have a connection, damn it. I wasn’t alone in feeling that. I knock on her door frame and push the door open. “Hey, Lucy, can I talk to you—oh.”

She pops her head up from her desk and I see that she’s got her kid on her lap. “Hey, Hawk.”

“Hawk Moyerrrrrrrrrrr,” he ...