Cole POV
The contract sat on the kitchen island where I’d left it.
I’d been awake for an hour, my protein shake going warm beside me while I read the same page three times. The morning light came in flat and white from the windows, making the apartment look clinical. I usually preferred it that way.
My phone buzzed. It was Theo.
I let it ring twice before putting it on speaker.
"You answered," Theo said.
"You called."
"Beckett already sent me the clips last night. Four of them, fire emojis, zero context." I heard the faint crunch of him eating cereal. "The whole team's talking.”
"What kind of clips?"
"You two at the bar. Your hands." He paused. "Ryder's face when he clocked it.”
I turned a page of the contract without reading it. "So it worked."
"It’s not a question when you say
