Ryan wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
He buried his face in her damp hair, inhaling the clean, familiar scent of vanilla and cedar.
It was a grounding, profound relief.
"You turned the lights back on," Zara murmured against his collarbone, her arms wrapping tight around his neck.
"I had help," Ryan replied quietly.
He pulled back just enough to look at the room.
Diana had opened her eyes, watching them with a soft, unguarded expression.
Sophie offered a tired, genuine smile.
Iralis pushed her glasses up, looking remarkably content just to be standing in the same space.
"Pack up what you need for the weekend," Ryan instructed, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
"Nobody is staying in this office. We are leaving the building. All of us."
"Where are we going?" Sophie asked, pushing off the desk.
"Tribeca," Ryan said.
"I am not spending another night looking at spreadsheets."
