I seriously considered just not going up there. It would have been so easy—or at least, far simpler and safer—to keep sitting here in my mess of a room, reviewing interview notes, pretending that I hadn’t heard what Toby said. But now Sy’s presence was a pressure on my thoughts; I couldn’t read my notes without the flash of dark eyes catching at my imagination.

I smiled involuntarily, biting my lip. I couldn’t ignore this. Or at least, I wouldn’t find any kind of ...