AVELA’S POV
I don’t even know when day turned to night.
One minute I was sitting at my desk trying to force myself to finish one last email… and the next thing I knew, the office building was quiet, dark, and empty. Everyone had gone home hours ago.
But I stayed.
I stayed because my head was too full.
Too loud.
Too confused.
Lucas’s face kept flashing in my mind—his voice, his eyes, the way he could be soft one second and so intense the next that my breath would catch. The way he made things happen. The way he had power he shouldn’t have.
A handyman didn’t move like that.
A handyman didn’t know CEOs.
A handyman didn’t have doors open the moment he raised his voice.
A handyman didn’t carry that kind of… weight.
Every thought circled back to the same place:
Who are you, Lucas?
