“He kicked my bladder during breakfast.”

“Strategic positioning.”

Chloe laughed. It was a small sound, but it changed the room. Leo looked at her face. They were standing too close. His hand remained on her stomach, and hers rested over it.

For one suspended moment, neither of them was trapped by a deal made in desperation. They were simply two people feeling their child move.

Then Leo stepped away. He turned off the kettle. “Make your tea.” The command had returned to his voice, but something beneath it had softened. As he left, Chloe noticed he had forgotten his folders on the table.

For the first time, Leo Moretti had walked away from business without looking back.