Luca Moretti had spent most of his adult life carefully constructing a version of himself nobody could truly reach. Charming enough to be adored publicly. Detached enough to survive privately. It had worked beautifully for years. Until Sienna.
“You’re spiraling again.”
Luca looked up sharply from his whiskey glass where Matteo sat across from him inside the private lounge of Monaco’s yacht club looking far too observant for a Friday night.
“I’m drinking quietly.”
“You’ve checked your phone eleven times in four minutes.”
“That feels exaggerated.”
Matteo glanced at his watch.
“Twelve now.”
Luca ignored him and looked back toward the harbor outside instead. Monaco glittered violently across the water while expensive yachts drifted beneath soft midnight lights. Usually places like this
