Vincent's POV
I watched Rachel carefully as she looked over the site one last time.
The mountain wind moved through the construction around us, carrying the smell of raw timber and cold air. Workers continued between buildings and heavy equipment operated somewhere further down the slope. Everything I had told her was true, I hadn't come out here to impress her or to win something from her. I'd come because the project needed to be seen and understood, and because after everything I'd been learning about myself, Rachel deserved at least that much honesty.
The truth was simple.
After the conversation with my mother, after discovering what Camilla had done with the phone and the messages, even the department heads she'd sent away, something had settled in me that hadn't been there bef
