I chuckled. “No, no. I’m from Belize.”
 
 “Ahh. I never heard an accent like yours before.”
 
 I shrugged. “‘Cause you never met someone from Belize before.”
 
 That made him smile.
 
 “Where’s Carter?” Theo asked.
 
 Vincent kept his eyes on me when he replied, “Left already.”
 
 “Damn, I wanted to introduce you to him too. Maybe next time.” Theo glanced at the file Vincent handed to him, then at the clock on the wall. “I’ve got to make a quick call before the other office closes.” He turned to me, “I’ll be five minutes. You good here?”
 
 “Yeah,” I answered easily.
 
 He leaned in, pressed a kiss to my cheek, and just like that, he was gone. The door clicked shut, and silence settled.
 
 Vincent smiled again, slowly and unreadably. “He talks about you a lot, you know.”
 
 “Yeah…” I said, easing back against the edge of the desk. “So I keep hearing.”
 
 Silence.
 
 Vincent didn’t look away. I didn’t either. And I suddenly became very aware of how my dress fit.
 
 “So,” he said casually after a while, “how old are you?”
 
 I narrowed my eyes, amused. “I thought Theo told you everything about me.”
 
 “Not everything.”
 
 “Hm. Well, I’m twenty-five.”
 
 “He’s older than you.”
 
 “Not by a lot.”
 
 “You’ve been together long?”
 
 I nodded. “Since college.”
 
 “He loves you.”
 
 “I know.”
 
 “You love him?”
 
 “Of course, I do.”
 
 He tilted his head, studying me. “Hm.”
 
 I raised a brow. “What?”
 
 “Nothing. Just…interesting.”
 
 “What is?”
 
 “You and Theo. You make sense. He needs someone who can keep up.”