Lucas’s POV
I’d been leaning against my truck for almost twenty minutes, pretending I wasn’t watching the front doors like my life depended on it.
The engine was off. My phone was face down on the hood. I told myself I was calm.
I wasn’t.
Every time the glass doors of Avela’s building slid open, my spine went rigid. Every suited man, every assistant, every intern that stepped out made my chest tighten—until I realized it wasn’t her.
Then the tension came back worse.
I replayed her voice in my head. The shock. The anger. The way she’d said Cameron’s name like it tasted poisonous. I knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t just shrug this off and move on.
This wasn’t just business to her.
It was personal.
The doors slid open again.
This time, it was her.
Avela stepped out like a
