Luca’s POV

I watched her from the doorway while she stood in the center of the bedroom I had given her.

I was going to keep her with me, at least for a night.

She still wore the courier jacket and the black pants she had arrived in. She had not sat down. She had not touched anything. Her eyes roamed around the room—the bed, the curtains, the chair in the corner—then returned to me and stayed there. The same stubborn set to her mouth she used to wear in high school when I blocked her path and waited for her to break the silence first.

“Take the jacket off,”...