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them.

“Ms. Hart. Mr. Iverson.” Brett smiled as he approached. “Leaving so soon?”

Snow returned the smile, although there wasn’t much warmth behind it. “Unfortunately. We’ve got a call scheduled with Mr. Silverman in ten minutes.”

Brett’s eyes moved to Nova and lingered on her for a second longer than Snow liked.

“I understand. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Maybe,” Nova replied politely.

Snow placed his hand lightly against the small of her back and guided her toward the exit before Brett could extend the conversation.

They made it into the corridor before Nova looked sideways at him.

“We don’t have a call with Mr. Silverman.”

“We do now.”

She laughed. “You know, for someone who claims he isn’t jealous, you seemed awfully eager to get me away from Brett.”

Snow glanced down at her. “I’m not jealous. I just don’t trust him.”

“I don’t either.”

“Good.”

They walked quietly beside each other, neither seeming particularly bothered by the silence. Snow had always appreciated that about Nova. She didn’t feel the need to fill every quiet moment with meaningless conversation. And after spending most of the day surrounded by crew members with nowhere else to go because operations had been suspended, the relative peace was welcome.

They were almost halfway down the corridor when Nova turned toward him.

“I forgot to tell you. I talked to Rick earlier.”

Snow’s steps faltered. His stomach tightened as several possibilities immediately raced through his mind, none of which he particularly liked. Maybe Nova had decided two and a half years together deserved another chance. Hell, maybe hearing that Rick hadn’t known anything about the engagement announcement had changed how she felt about him.

Snow knew he didn’t have any right to tell her what to do. Two kisses didn’t give him a claim on her, and he had already told himself he would give Nova whatever time and space she needed. But that didn’t mean the thought of her going back to Rick didn’t make him want to punch a fucking wall.

Nova busted out laughing.

Snow glanced at her. “What’s funny?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” She stopped walking and looked at him, amusement dancing in her dark blue eyes. “I can practically hear whatever terrible scenario you’re creating in your head right now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.”

Snow narrowed his eyes.

Her smile widened. “Relax. I’m not getting back together with him.”

The tension left his shoulders so quickly it was embarrassing. Even Nova noticed.

“Oh, my God.” She laughed again. “You really were worried.”