Marco POV
I'm sitting behind my desk, pretending to read reports, but my thoughts are a raging storm. What Levi, Kyra's father has asked me to do keeps circling around in my head. I can't concentrate on account of the imperative of the request.
He made it sound like a business transaction, which it is. Like cutting ties with the woman who has been my lover and friend is as simple as tearing a sheet of paper.
Kyra’s voice breaks through my thoughts. “You’re up early,” she says, standing by the doorway with a cup of tea in her hand. Her hair is still tousled from sleep, and she’s wearing one of my shirts. “You didn’t even say good morning.”
I look at her and force a smile.
“Good morning.”
She walks in, sets the tea on my desk, and leans on the corner of it.
“Have you called my fath
