CHAPTER 15
MAUREEN
I woke up with a sore neck and papers scattered on the bed, the light from the hallway still spilling in under the door. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but the files I’d been poring over before passing out were neatly stacked now. Someone must’ve come in. Domenico?
I didn’t let myself dwell on it.
By 6:30 a.m., I was dressed in a black blouse tucked into dark high-waisted slacks, sleek heels clicking against the marble floor as I descended. The house was oddly quiet—Matteo was probably already gone.
I found Domenico in the kitchen, standing by the window with a mug of coffee in hand. No greeting. No glance. He didn't even move when I walked in.
Fine.
If he wanted to be cold, I’d be f*****g arctic.
I poured myself a small cup, my spine straight, jaw tight. Sil
