Elena's POV

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Breakfast had gone too well and that was the problem.

I sat at my desk with the documents spread out in front of me but my mind kept pulling me back to the kitchen, to Vivienne pouring my coffee before I even reached the pot, to the way she asked about the counter-motion like she had been up thinking about it, to that smile she wore all through breakfast that never once slipped.

People did not just become that settled overnight.

Not without a reason.

I pushed the ...