Roman sat in the chair of his study scrolling through his phone. He looked at the headlines creeping across his screen.
The internet hadn’t seemed to forget he was now a married man even if the thought rarely crossed his mind. Not that he didn’t care about his marriage to Tessa but he knew it was nothing to flip over.
Although she was different. She was softer with him. Cared about what he thought, how he was, how he felt. She was warming up to him but he — he couldn’t give her that.
A knock interrupted his thoughts.
“Come in,” he said without looking up.
The door opened.
“Klara.” His voice dropped slightly.
She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I didn’t think you’d still be busy, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay..” He leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing. “What do you need?”
