Mark
I hadn't actually asked the foreman to hold off finishing anything. I'd asked him to give us fifteen minutes alone to review the layout, which was true in the most technical sense, and I'd told myself the entire drive over that it was a legitimate professional request and nothing more.
I was lying to myself, and I knew it the second Sophia's eyes cut to mine, sharp and questioning, the moment the rest of the group peeled off toward the loading dock to look at material deliveries.
"You didn't need to do that," she said quietly, once we were alone, her voice pitched low enough that it wouldn't carry over the construction noise around us.
"I needed fifteen minutes to talk to you without an audience. This seemed like the only way I was going to get it."
"I've been busy." She said it
