Rafael's POV
I watched Maliya work from my position behind the desk, trying to look like I was reading business reports instead of studying my wife's every move.
Her fingers moved across the keyboard with confidence I hadn't expected. She'd been at it for two hours now, and I could see Russo becoming more impressed by the minute. Every time he asked her to try something new, she figured it out faster than he expected.
"Can you trace this payment route?" Russo asked, pointing at something on the screen.
Maliya leaned forward, her hair falling over one shoulder as she focused. "Give me a few minutes."
I found myself watching the way she bit her bottom lip when she was concentrating. The way she pushed her hair back when it got in her way. Small things I'd never noticed before.
Ten minu
