CHAPTER 30
MAUREEN
I didn’t say a word when Domenico joined me in the car that morning.
He didn’t say a word either.
Not even a nod.
Just cold silence, his eyes fixed out the tinted window, jaw locked tight like he was resisting the urge to snap at something—maybe me. But two could play that game. If he wanted distance, I’d give him a f*****g glacier.
“You have three meetings this morning,” I said crisply, eyes on my tablet. “The first is at ten with the Northern front to finalize border control protocols. At eleven-thirty, a check-in with security heads for updates on the new system rollouts. And then a lunch with the finance division—”
“Cancel lunch,” he interrupted, eyes still locked on the passing streets.
“Already did,” I replied evenly.
He didn’t say thank you.
I didn’t ex
