Luca POV
The morning after the storm, Riley avoided looking at me.
Again.
She had developed a habit of doing that whenever something happened between us that neither of us wanted to explain. After the hallway outside her bedroom, she had focused entirely on the children. After the charity dinner, she had hidden behind short answers and sarcasm. Now, after the garage, she acted as though I did not exist unless speaking to me became absolutely necessary.
I should have been relieved.
The moment in the garage had been a mistake.
The darkness, the thunder, and the fact that she had been frightened had created a situation neither of us would have allowed under normal circumstances. She had grabbed my arm. I had held her waist. We had stood too close for too long.
Nothing had happened.
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