The morning had dragged itself into noon, and Lucian was still buried in work. His desk was covered in files and papers, a cup of coffee sitting half-empty beside his phone. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room, the only sound breaking through the quiet.
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple with his fingers. The meeting earlier hadn’t gone well, and his thoughts were still half on Georgia. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the look on her face at the restaurant, the quiet, hurt one that said I don’t believe you yet.
Before he could sink too deep into his thoughts, the door to his office swung open.
“Hey, big bro,” a familiar voice said brightly.
Lucian looked up, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I thought you were going to sleep all day.”
Leah sto
