Aaron pressed himself back into the wall. In a war of words, it was Jett that had floored him, Jett that had taken his breath and shocked him to silence.

Jett slumped. “Exactly.”

“Jett,” Aaron breathed.

He heard the clomp of Mary-Sue’s boots, and then she was next to him, slipping the box he was holding out from under his arm.

“Right,” Mary-Sue said to Jett. “Let’s get you sorted.”

Jett carried on up the stairs, then unlocked the office door.

Mary-Sue pointed to the step she was standing on. “Stay here.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” Aaron said.

“Trust me, you’ll want to follow this one.”

She winked, then went after Jett into the office.