~Jennie’s~

“You’re still up?” Leo’s voice floats in gently, just as I close the folder I’ve been skimming for the past hour.

I glance up from the long mahogany coffee table in the center of the living room. The lights are dim, the chandelier humming above me. Papers are scattered across the table—contracts, spreadsheets, draft proposals. I nod slowly. “Yeah. Couldn’t sleep.”

Leo steps further in. He's barefoot, in dark joggers and a button-down shirt left slightly open at the collar. His hair’s tousled, not styled the way he wears it for meetings. His sleeves are rolled to his forearms, and he’s holding a tablet in one hand, a wine...