Sophia
Mark asked me to stay after the Monday site meeting, waiting until Patricia and the foreman had cleared out before he closed the trailer door behind them, and something in the careful, deliberate way he did it made my pulse pick up before he'd said a single word.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said. "About the gala. About the balcony."
"Okay." I set down the site plans I'd been holding, giving him my full attention, though some instinct in me was already bracing for whatever came next.
"I've been turning it over for two days now, and I don't want to keep pretending I don't know what almost happened up there, or what I want to happen now." He took a step closer, and the trailer, already small, seemed to shrink further around us. "Sophia, I need to say something, and I need you to
