I sat in the conference room before everyone arrived. The long dark wood table reflected the cold light from the ceiling fixtures. My coffee cup was cooling next to my open laptop, but I hadn't taken a single sip. The watch on my wrist showed a few minutes until the meeting started, but my body wasn't there. My mind remained in the apartment, in the image of Manu asleep against my chest, the scent of her hair soaked into my shirt, her small hand resting on mine when I placed it on her belly.
I shook my head, trying to compose myself. I needed focus, needed to be the CEO my employees knew, not the man who, for the first time in years, had slept deeply because there was someone in his arms.
"You look terrible, Ravi." The amused voice pulled me out of my trance. I looked up and saw André wa
