THE MOMENT Sophie stepped out of the airport terminal, she immediately saw the familiar big bike waiting for her..
Matthew Moore sat astride his motorcycle near the pickup area, wearing a black jacket and an expression that immediately informed her he was in a mood.
The motorcycle engine idled beneath him. He did not wave. He did not smile. He did not even bother greeting her.
Instead, he lifted his helmet and held it toward her. “Get on.”
Sophie stopped walking.
After three days in Milan, twelve meetings, and enough investor conversations to permanently damage her patience, this was not the reunion she had expected.
“Hello to you too.”
“Hello.”
“You came to pick me up?”
“Yes.”
“You could have led with that.”
Matthew shrugged. “You seemed smart enough to figure it out.”
She sta
