That look. He didn't like the idea that anything he did could make her look at him that way.
Why didn't he tell her? Why didn't he tell her that the man who had asked him for that favour was her father?
That was where all of this had started. The first thread. The first decision that set everything else in motion.
He could have told her. Should have told her. But he hadn't. What would that change? He couldn't bring himself to regret it.
At the end of it all, he got her. She had been the outcome. The reward. The one thing that mattered above everything else.
He got her. She was the ultimate gift. The ultimate victory. So why hadn't he seen her in three days?
Why hadn't he called? Why hadn't he even tried? He had buried himself in work instead.
Julian was in town. There was still no final word from Bastardi. And until that came through, everything else remained in a state of suspension.
