Sleep deprivation made Luca Moretti deeply irritated. Sienna realized that at approximately six thirty on a Tuesday morning when she walked into Noir Magazine carrying coffee and found Luca sitting in Theo’s office looking like a wealthy man being personally victimized by existence.
Theo looked delighted about it.
“You didn’t warn me your boyfriend becomes emotionally tragic without sleep,” he informed her immediately.
Luca didn’t even glance up from the espresso in his hand.
“I dislike you.”
“That’s fair,” Theo replied. “But you still look terrible.”
Sienna blinked slowly.
“You’re here?”
Luca finally looked toward her then and something in his entire expression softened instantly. Like exhaustion stopped mattering for half a second because she’d walked into the room.
“There she i
