INICIAR SESIÓNI noticed the shift even though he didn’t say anything. “News?”“The croissants will be here in five minutes,” he said.I gave him a flat look. “I almost respect your priorities.”“And the second team is downstairs.”“What for?”“Additional shift coverage.”Luca lifted his tablet. “We’ve also moved all villa communications to a closed network. No new access since the transfer.”I nodded, but the back of my mind still refused to relax.It probably wouldn’t relax again for several years.Poppy threw herself onto the rug in the middle of Bunny’s office. Her small body rolled once before stopping flat on her back, her hair spreading in a wild halo around her head.“I’m not sleepy,” she said, eyes already half closed. “I’m just testing the floor.”“With your face?”“Science.”Sebastian walked to the small kitchen, got another glass, then came back and placed it on the table beside me.Cold water again.This time, I hadn’t asked.I looked at the glass longer than I should have.He had also
The hot water finally made me feel slightly less like a woman who had just been evacuated from a charity gala because the service doors had developed criminal ambitions.Slightly.I came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hair, my skin still warm, and the champagne satin pajamas from the closet.They fit too well.Not tight. Not loose. The kind of fit that meant someone had once paid attention to the width of your shoulders, the length of your legs, and the fact that you hated sleeves that were too narrow.I studied my reflection in the bedroom mirror.Without makeup, I looked more tired. The last traces of lipstick were gone. My green eyes were still sharp, only now they were surrounded by clean skin flushed slightly pink from the hot water. My wet hair fell down my back, making the fabric cling coldly to my skin.I looked like a woman who should be asleep.Unfortunately, my life was being written by someone who hated letting women sleep.Poppy’s voice carried clearly
The sentence wasn’t long enough to be an explanation. Not clear enough to count as a confession.Very Sebastian, obviously.The man could answer a question the way someone set a knife on a table. It didn’t stab anyone outright, but everyone in the room knew it was sharp.I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds like an expensive sentence your secretary put together for you.”“The clothes are new. The staff bought them. The tags are still attached.”“That doesn’t answer my question.”“No woman has ever lived here.”“Visited?”“Not in the way you mean.”“Beautiful. A technical answer. The favorite language of men with too many properties.”He looked at me for a long moment. “I never brought anyone here to replace you.”My chest did something I had absolutely not authorized, so I crushed it beneath an imaginary heel.“You’re awfully confident if you think every woman in your life is lining up to replace me.”“Not every woman.”“Wow. Should I cry, or call the tax office because an ego that large
Poppy entered the penthouse like a SWAT team assembled from sugar, bangs, and far too many opinions.First, she crashed into my legs.Second, she crashed into Sebastian’s.Third, she turned to survey the entire room, took a deep breath, and announced, “Daddy Sebastian’s house is too empty.”I looked around.Marble living room. Floor-to-ceiling glass. A gray sofa that looked like no human being with real problems had ever sat on it. A low black table. Expensive lighting. Monaco glittering outside as if someone had spilled diamonds into the sea.“This isn’t a home,” I said. “It’s a waiting room for men without hobbies.”Sebastian set his phone on the console table. “I have hobbies.”“Buying property and withholding information?”“Two hobbies.”Poppy was no longer listening. She ran toward the windows and pressed both small hands against the glass. “Mommy! Look! So many lights! It’s like glitter for grown-ups!”“Don’t lick the window.”“I’m not licking it!”I looked at her.She slowly pu
My phone buzzed on the table.Neither of us moved.The vibration stopped.Then started again.Longer this time.A video call.SALMA filled the screen.I pulled my hand away so quickly I nearly took Sebastian’s bandage with me. He leaned back.I grabbed the phone.The first thing that appeared was one enormous green eye.“Mommy!”I moved the phone farther from my face.Poppy filled the screen.She was strapped into a car seat, her chubby body wrapped in pink pajamas and a yellow cardigan buttoned unevenly. Her long hair fell in a mess over her shoulders. Her bangs covered nearly her entire forehead and one eyebrow. Bunny was trapped beneath the seat belt with her, one ear pressed against Poppy’s cheek like he’d been taken hostage too.Streetlights flickered across the rear window.“Why is the camera so close?” I asked.“I want to see Mommy’s pores.”“No four-year-old needs to see her mother’s pores.”Poppy narrowed her eyes at the screen. “Why are your face red?”“I’m not.”“A little r
The cut ran from beneath his thumb to the center of his palm.It wasn’t deep, but it was open enough to keep bleeding. A small shard of glass was still lodged near the edge.I stared at it. “You called this a scratch.”“It is.”“This is not a scratch. This is a stupid attempt to add character to your palm.”“I already have enough character.”“That isn’t the word I’d use.”I picked up the tweezers. “This is going to hurt.”“I know.”“I’m giving you permission to complain.”“I don’t complain.”“Right. You just make everyone around you suffer in silence with you. Very masculine.”I pulled the shard free.The muscles in Sebastian’s forearm tightened.His expression didn’t change. If someone shot him, he’d probably just check whether the bullet had scratched his watch.I placed the piece of glass on the gauze. “Done.”“You look disappointed.”“I was hoping it would be large enough to justify your theatrics.”“I wasn’t being dramatic.”“You hid blood under your cuff while evacuating your ex







