The small restaurant was quiet, Desi sat at a corner table, her hands gripping her coffee cup tightly.
She had chosen the place carefully, a spot that looked like home, where no one would expect Lucas Moretti to be.
She glanced at the door just as it opened, her breath catching as Lucas stepped inside.
His imposing figure filled the space, and his sharp eyes scanned the room before landing on her.
Desi straightened, her pulse racing as Lucas approached. He slid into the seat across from her without a word, his expression unreadable.
Unsure of what to say to him first, “Thanks for coming,” Desi said quietly, though her voice betrayed her nervousness.
Lucas's gaze was sharp, “Did I keep you waiting? Sorry, I had to make sure everything was safe around this vicinity.”
Desi looked dow
