The high-pitched chime of a cell phone broke the serene hush of the sunlit dining room.
Maya shifted against Mario’s chest, the cool oak table beneath them contrastingly grounding after the heat of the last hour. She reached blindly down toward the hardwood floor, her fingers brushing past scattered blueprints until they closed around her phone.
"Don't answer it," Mario groaned softly, his broad arm tightening around her waist, pulling her back down against his bare shoulder. He buried his face in her dark hair, his stubble lightly scraping her skin. "Tell them the firm is undergoing structural maintenance."
Maya let out a breathless chuckle, but as her dark brown eyes caught the name flashing across the caller ID, the warmth in her chest instantly turned to ice.
Elena Linwood.
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