Maya POV
He arrived in nineteen minutes.
I know because I was looking at the door and I had checked my phone exactly twice since hanging up, which was two more times than I would normally admit to.
But I was getting better at reading the edges of it.
His jaw was tighter than usual. His eyes found me before he had fully cleared the entrance, which meant he had known exactly where in the room to look, which meant he had been here before and remembered the layout.
Thinner than mine had been this morning. But the way he set it down told me everything about the weight of what was inside it.
We looked at each other for a moment.
"You look tired," he said.
"Someone sent two men to my office this afternoon," I said. "It has been a long day."
Something moved through his expression. Not q
