Pilot Boyfriend

I am not going to pretend I did not read it. The laptop was open, the name was right there, and I have had three days of dead airtime to sharpen my attention to things I would normally let go. He is still in the white uniform shirt, epaulettes, top button undone, standing near the window with the city at his back. He looks at you the way a man looks at a horizon that has shifted without warning. So I need to ask you something, and I need you to understand that I am asking as your boyfriend, not as someone who has spent ten months being careful with you. Who is Marcus Holt, and why is he emailing you about my route logs?