
Serial · ongoing
The Proximity Contract
Elliot Vance opens his eyes in a hotel room at the end of a plan he didn't make — a jacket he owns, a key card with no name printed on it, and, in the bathroom mirror, a pair of wrists covered in old, thin scars that no version of his life accounts for. He's inside a novel he read in one night, and the novel has already cast him as the villain. Then there's Adrian Hale. Thirty-two, an alpha, the reason the building Elliot has just been hired into is stacked thirty floors tall. He's spent years refusing to bond anyone, and his body has been failing at it quietly ever since. Elliot steadies him. That's a problem, and Adrian's way of handling a problem is to hire it and put it under contract. What follows is a book about care delivered in errands and rides home and a warm hand on the back of a neck, and about how much of that you can accept before it starts to cost you something. Close third person, deliberately slow, adult.
Chapter 1: Task One
Heat woke him. Then the spinning came up through him, slow and thorough, and he lay still with his eyes shut and waited for the room to come…
Chapter 2: No Strings
He slept badly, in pieces, and in the longest piece he watched himself die. Not the way the book had done it. The book had been quick—a para…
Chapter 3: Second Task
At seven-eighteen in the morning his eyes opened, and he was not the one who did it. He'd learned the difference in Port Sterling. Yesterday…
Chapter 4: The Interview
They took an arm each, one man to a side, and walked him out of the room. "If you keep this up," the one on the left said, "we're calling th…
Chapter 5: The Courtesy Cup
"You're here for the internship," the guy said. "The assistant one." Elliot turned around. "I went in ahead of you." The guy tipped his fold…
Chapter 6: Coffee, Returned
The doors shut, and the noise of the floor went out with them. Elliot took the far side of the car and stayed there, and kept his eyes on th…
Chapter 7: What the Doctor Asked
Adrian sat down across from the desk. Voss's chart was already open on it, and the coffee beside the chart had stopped steaming a long time…
Chapter 8: Four Cameras
"Okay," the tall one said. He didn't leave. He came in half a step. The other two came with him, and the space between them and Elliot went…
Chapter 9: Offer Letter
"We'll take a cab," Elliot said. He let a second pass and then said the other thing, because there was no version of him that got into a str…
Chapter 10: No Angle
It started in his hands. Cold, then wet. When he lifted his right hand off the A and flexed it, the key was shining. Breakfast had been coff…