Luca's POV
We were in the car before either of us said anything.
Marco drove without asking where. He'd been doing that more often lately, reading the silence correctly and leaving it alone.
Maya sat beside me looking out the window. Not upset exactly. Processing. I'd learned to tell the difference.
I gave it four blocks.
"You were extraordinary in there," I said.
"I was practical."
"Both things."
She turned from the window. "Do you think she'll actually call Morrison?"
"Yes," I said without hesitation. "She made a decision in that room and Clara doesn't unmake decisions. It's one of the things I remembered about her."
Maya looked at me when I said that. A quick look, not accusatory, just noting it.
"What she said," Maya started. "About you making people feel like the most impor
