He dropped his jacket on the sofa in the middle of the office and came to her desk with the folder from the IRS meeting. "You're not in the middle of something?"
"Not right now."
"Good." He pulled the chair from across the desk around to her side, positioned it beside her rather than opposite, and sat down.
Close enough that the paperwork was easily shared between them. Close enough that he caught the scent of her perfume, something that had been present all day and was now less formal somehow.
Diana watched him move the chair without saying anything.
Ryan opened the folder. "Let's go through it together. I'll walk you through exactly what they asked and what I said."
She looked at the folder, then at him, then back at the folder. "Fine."
They worked through it methodically. Ryan talking, Diana reading the documents as he referenced them, asking precise questions that he answered precisely.
