Erin's POV
“I can’t believe this,” Rowan slammed the door as he barreled into the house.
I bit my bottom lip to stifle a smirk.
The only time Rowan ever got this worked up is because of Azure, which means my little intel drop was successful, and Azure earned some brownie points in my book.
The sound of his briefcase smacking against the wall just outside the kitchen had me painting on a fitting expression, “What’s going on?” I called out as he entered the kitchen.
Rowan’s face was flushed red with fury, “Azure Blackwood is what’s going on,” he snarled. “Do you remember that deal I was telling you about this morning?”
He leans down, elbows on the granite, and presses his forehead to the countertop.
“Vaguely,” I glanced up from the book I was pretending to read. “I’m assuming it didn’
