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“You don’t have to be here for this.”
Brax leveled Jonah with a flat stare. “I’m fine.”
“That why you’ve been pacing like a caged tiger since we got here?”
Brax stopped in the process of doing exactly that around the perimeter of the bar. He was fine. It was natural to feel a little dread at seeing his wife again. Christ Almighty, why should that rattle him so much? It changed nothing. It was just a formality that hadn’t yet been disentangled.
And he hadn’t been able to stop wondering about that since Holt had brought it up.
Now wasn’t the time or place to ask her. They’d had enough delays getting this consultation meeting rescheduled. Delays that had given them enough time to attack the interior of the building with more commercial cleaners than he’d been aware existed in the worl
