Chapter 15

• “You noticed the boss acting a bit.... off, lately?” Dixon asked, slouched in a chair as Ella watched the F1, silicone slab in her lap as she tried to suture without looking too closely - slow going but she'd set it as a little challenge to herself.
• The question prompted a thoughtful hum, a slight frown briefly creasing her expression as she thought about it. “Kind of, but probably not in the same way you're meaning,” she responded, surprised at the breathy chuckle she got in response.
• Dixon sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he fought to contain a grin as he watched for the gears turning in her head. “Territorial, damn near Clyde me a death stare when I made a wisecrack about stopping at a cafe for that outing later, make a proper date of it.”