Leonardo’s POV
I sat behind my desk long after Christopher left, staring at the closed door like it might give me an answer I hadn’t asked out loud.
I like her. I’d like your permission to get to know her properly.
I’d given him the answer he wanted. Go ahead and speak to her. It was the correct thing to say, the reasonable thing, the thing any man in my position would have said without a second thought. And yet I’d spent the better part of an hour since then unable to focus on a single email, a single call, a single number on a single spreadsheet, because some part of me kept circling back to those five words like a wound I couldn’t stop pressing.
I like her.
I didn’t understand why it sat so wrong in my chest. Christopher was a good
