The hum of the engines was a soft, constant lull, a sound Maya had begun to forget she was even hearing. The private jet was outfitted with the kind of luxury that could make anyone forget they were thousands of feet in the air. Cream leather seats, polished wood trim, and dimmable lighting that cast a gentle warmth over the cabin.
Maya sat on the aisle opposite Sebastian, legs tucked under her as she nursed a cup of green tea. She hadn’t meant to speak first. She told herself she’d keep it professional, detached. But the silence between them was no longer comfortable. not that It ever was.
“I didn’t think you were the tea type,” she said, lifting her cup slightly in his direction. “Too tame for someone obsessed with control and caffeine.”
Sebastian glanced up from his tablet, the faint
