Luca's POV
Monday came back the way Monday did. Work at seven. Three calls before nine. A site meeting at eleven that ran long because the structural engineer had questions I'd already answered in the report but needed to hear in person before he'd sign off.
I answered them. He signed off.
I thought about Maya through all of it.
Not the distracted version of thinking about someone. The specific background presence of her. Like a frequency that stayed on underneath everything else. I'd be in the middle of a call and think about the way she'd looked on the balcony with the city behind her. I'd be reading a report and thinking about the same words and the same room.
It was new.
I'd wanted things before. I worked toward things. But I'd never had a person running underneath my whole day l
