CHAPTER 194
ROMEO POV
Steam still clung to the mirrors when I stepped out of the shower. I reached for a towel and dried off slowly. No wasted movement. No room for distraction.
Night pressed against the windows beyond the bedroom, the estate swallowed in darkness. It was late by normal standards.
For me, it was just beginning.
I crossed the room and entered the walk-in closet, the motion lights flicking on one by one as I moved deeper inside.
Rows of suits greeted me as I reached automatically for the suit I'd left hanging apart from the rest.
Black. Tailored. Familiar.
Tonight required it.
Meetings at night were nothing unusual. Most of my work happened when the world was quieter, when people were tired enough to make mistakes—or desperate enough to tell the truth.
I shrugged into the jacket, adjusting the cuffs, checking the fit out of habit rather than necessity.
