15
A week later, and Agathe stood outside of Tiluma’s building again, her work satchel slung over her shoulder, while she puffed a warm breath into her hands. The wintery Melbourne afternoons had reached peak bitterness, and her Irish blood failed to win over her sun-loving, Afro-Argentinean roots. Melbourne’s blistering summers couldn’t come fast enough.
She tapped her card to the building’s security scanner and waited for a click to signal she had entry, all while releasing a silent wish that her return to these offices would grant an ability to hold back Luke Tindall’s gravitational pull. Her week away might have involved visiting old clients and reviewing their progress, but as much as she’d enjoyed her reprieve from Tiluma, she couldn’t avoid the site of her heart’s conflict forever
