Leonardo's POV
I had been sitting in my study for four hours. Numbers blurred on the screen, contracts stacked on the desk, emails answered and deleted and none of it mattered.
My mind kept drifting to her.
She woke up at five for two days, the soft pad of her feet to the kitchen, the clink of dishes. She made me breakfast; eggs the way I like them, toast with a little butter and coffee at the exact temperature.
“Did you see the notes,” she had said, with anticipation in her eyes, as she smiled softly.
I melted at those eyes and cheeks that blush but my stupid ass said yes without looking at her.
The note is in my drawer now. Folded and the small heart she drew stares at me every time I open it.
I leaned back in my chair and ran my hands through my hair as my head ached.
She tri
