Cruz didn’t sit. That was the first thing Ivy noticed. She stepped into the penthouse like she owned the space, her gaze sweeping once, slow and deliberate, taking everything in without appearing to. The kind of observation that didn’t miss anything, even when it looked casual. Sebastian remained near the bar, relaxed in posture but not in presence. Ivy could feel the tension coiled beneath his stillness. Cruz stopped a few feet away from them. “You’ve been busy,” she said. Her tone was calm. Too calm. Ivy til
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