SyntheticChapter 19
An hour later, Sawyer was at the desk, engrossed by the terminal. Renee sat with her back against the couch's armrest, one eye on the boy, and the other on the book that rested upon the table. She wanted it. -but she knew if she dared open the thing, she'd be caught more deeply than the figure to her right. Anyone would be able to sneak up on her ... as Claude had demonstrated often enough. Moreover, showing the slightest bit of interest might make them think she enjoyed it. It'd give...