JULIA POV
Morning light slide across the hallway, sharp and golden, cutting the shadows into long strips. I'm still groggy, hair damp from my shower.
I step out to supervise breakfast as I recently learned Jerome always has his breakfast by 10: o'clock every morning so I need to make sure it is ready before then.
I know the chef got it covered but I want to be more involved in caring for him.
Then I saw Ciro.
He leaned against the wall as though he’d been waiting, his posture casual, his gaze directly at me. I didn't pay attention to what he looked like last night.
I was too embarrassed to even look in his direction.
Seeing him now in broad daylight, his hair in a buzz cut, he's as tall as Jerome, or maybe one or two inches shorter with tattoos covering both his arms to the left
