In that hour between twelve and one, business was forgotten. The project was just a backdrop to a burgeoning romance that proved some of the most important blueprints aren't drawn on paper—they’re built in the heart.
"I’ve spent my life following the rules of the contract," Marcus replied, his voice a low velvet hum. "But for once, I want to follow the person." Download Lunchtime Chronicles Black Vel Reana Malori epub
Maya Vance didn’t do "distractions." As a rising star in the cutthroat world of corporate architecture, her life was a series of blueprints, coffee runs, and late nights. Her only solace was her daily lunch break at a quiet, wood-paneled bistro near her office—a place where she could breathe without someone asking for a structural revision. That was until Marcus Thorne walked in. In that hour between twelve and one, business was forgotten
But in the dim light of the bistro, the corporate armor fell away. "But for once, I want to follow the person
As the deadline for their project loomed, so did the tension between them. A rainy Tuesday changed everything. When the power flickered in the bistro, leaving them in the intimate glow of candlelight, Marcus reached across the table, his hand brushing hers.