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Drop-Off Lane
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2026-04-09 22:02:39
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I walked into the office with a stride far too calm for a morning that had just rearranged my internal organs.The glass door shut behind me. The smell of coffee, warm printer ink, paper, wood samples, and a trace of my own expensive perfume greeted me like life was normal. Like an hour ago I hadn’t been standing on a sidewalk wanting to kill my ex-husband with a One Direction playlist and a look.“Morning, boss,” Daniella said from behind her outer desk, tablet in hand, her hair pinned back in a neat low tie like her life had never once been touched by a poisonous, handsome Italian man.“Lie,” I said, slipping off my sunglasses. “There’s nothing good about this morning.”She nodded like that was information she could enter directly into the system. “Luc sent over the revised timeline. Procurement from Nice wants the final veneer selection by noon. And the boutique client in Cannes is asking if we can make it ‘softer, more feminine, more like quiet luxury.’”I stopped in my doorway an
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I’d barely gotten the back door open when Poppy had already climbed out of the car by herself.“Slow down,” I said automatically.“Nope. I have a reputation.”I sighed.The morning air in Monaco was still soft, but the front courtyard of French Academy was already crowded with little kids in tartan uniforms, polished nannies, expensive cars, and mothers who looked like they’d been born with perfect blowouts.I crouched in front of Poppy before she could bolt. I brushed her bangs away from her eyes, smoothed the ends of her hair where they clung to her cheek, then straightened the tiny collar of her uniform. My fingers lingered for a second at the side of her face.Round cheeks, warm skin, a little mouth always a little too ready to argue.Pretty. Sweet. Infuriating.My daughter.“If you lead a coup in Miss Lila’s class today,” I said, adjusting her hair clip, “don’t use my name.”“I can use handsome uncle’s.”“Don’t you dare.”Poppy grinned.I caught both her cheeks first and pressed
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An hour later, I was regretting every decision I had made in life up to this point.Sebastian’s car was waiting in front of the house like a sin wrapped in glossy black paint. Long, expensive, quiet, and very clearly bought by a man who considered other people’s comfort a basic human right, as long as that person was him. The back door was already open. And there, neatly installed on the back of the passenger seat, was a kid seat.I stopped on the last step.I was far too tired to be shocked this early in the morning. But seeing that thing fitted so neatly into Sebastian’s car, the straps lying straight, the headrest adjusted to exactly the right height, even a little gray cushion on the side, felt like looking at a bomb tied up with a satin ribbon.Beside me, Poppy made a tiny triumphant sound. “See? Handsome Uncle was ready.”“I’m ready too,” I said. “Ready to lose my patience before nine.”Poppy giggled. She climbed straight into the back seat with her little bag, then settled hers
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Poppy lifted her fork. “Handsome Uncle.”“Yeah?”“You’re taking me to school today, okay?”I looked up immediately. “No.”Poppy didn’t even bother looking back at me. She was still focused on Sebastian with those eager eyes of hers, as if I were nothing more than decorative background noise in this house.“Please? Mommy always takes me. I want variety.”“Sweetheart,” I said, making my voice sugary, “you’re talking like this is a premium hotel service.”“This is my life.”“That’s worse.”Sebastian wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin. “What time does school start?”“A little before nine,” Poppy answered quickly.I looked at my daughter. “There is no chance you’d answer that fast if I asked the color of your own socks.”“I prioritize what matters.”Sebastian shifted his gaze to me. Quiet. Waiting.I wanted to say no. Of course I wanted to say no. I should have said no. I should have said this was already too much, already too strange, already too—“Mommy.” Poppy wrapped one sma
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Bacon.Ow shit.I turned toward the kitchen just as the burnt smell finally cut through all the layers of pink plastic, coffee, and emotional chaos this morning had already stacked on top of me.“Wonderful,” I muttered. “Now apparently my breakfast is ruined too, not just my life.”I turned back, walked quickly into the kitchen, and killed the heat with a movement that had already been half angry from the start. The plate of eggs was still sitting on the counter. The toast had gone a little cold. The bacon in the pan had entered that category of still salvageable if the person eating it was either desperate enough or polite enough to lie.From the living room, Poppy’s voice was still going off like fireworks.“Lawyer Barbie lives here, okay? Don’t move by yourself or I’ll fire you.”There was a pause. Then her voice again, closer to the kitchen doorway this time.“Handsome Uncle!”I looked over.Poppy was standing in the kitchen doorway, still in her pajamas, hair a mess, green eyes b
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I let out a long breath through my nose.Sebastian unfastened his watch and set it on the low table beside his sunglasses. His movements were neat, efficient. Then he undid his cuff buttons one by one and rolled his sleeves up to just below his elbows.A simple movement.It was ridiculous how the human body could remember something that tiny.His forearms were bare now. Smooth tan skin. The veins at his wrist showed when he picked up one of the castle panels. His fingers were long, sure, moving through the little pink plastic pieces as if this was simply life: a man like Sebastian Romano sitting on the floor of my house, assembling a Barbie castle bought by another man.By the man who paid for it.By the man who was far away.By the man who had ordered it, shipped it, and wasn’t here to watch the finished thing standing in the room.I leaned against the edge of the kitchen island, folding my arms over myself.Salma appeared silently beside me, carrying the spatula she had apparently r
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