The coffee made slightly too strong.
The hand at her back in every doorway.
The way he'd started leaving his office door open when she was home, so the sounds of the penthouse could reach him while he worked.
The temple kiss.
She added them up and said nothing and let them be what they were.
The afternoon was quiet.
Nonna commandeered the living room for what she called riposo....rest...and was asleep in the armchair within minutes, a small domestic miracle that made Eve smile every time she looked over. Dimitri was in his office, door open, the low murmur of Italian occasionally drifting into the living room where Eve had set up her own work, laptop open across her knees on the sofa.
She got through three contracts and two emails and was halfway through a proposal when she became aware that the murmuring from the office had stopped.
She looked up.
Dimitri was leaning in the doorway, watching her.
