Chapter 30

Sylvia's POV Caesar's deep voice came through the phone, carrying a hint of fatigue and amusement. I paused what I was doing and glanced at the time in the bottom right corner of my computer screen. "Aren't you busy today? How do you have time to pick me up?" I asked, clicking open another document and quickly scanning its contents. "I planned ahead," he replied, his voice softening. "Too many unpredictable elements around lately. I don't like the thought of you heading home alone." A warmth bloomed in my chest. I reached up, fingers brushing against my earlobe as my lips curled into a helpless smile. "I still have to wrap up this proposal. Deadline's tomorrow." "Then I'll just swing by and crash your office." The line went dead before I could stop him. "Caesar, don't—" I started, but all I got was a flat beep. I stared at my phone, then at the quiet office around me. It was well past business hours, but a few diligent souls still pecked away at their keyboards. If Caesar showed up now