It was 4:53 a.m. by the time they stepped through the front door of his place, and Sutton was so quiet beside him that Luca kept glancing over, unsure if she was asleep with her eyes open. She wasn’t. Just worn out, shattered, was the best way to describe her.

He could tell by the way she leaned her head against the window, lips parted slightly, breathing slow but not quite even. She hadn’t said much since they’d left the office, but she didn’t need to. Everything that needed to be ...