The couple walked into the office that morning, smiles lingering on their faces, still caught up in the warmth of the morning together. But Drake’s light mood evaporated the instant his eyes landed on an all-too-familiar figure.
Trent.
He was already there, leaning casually against the reception desk, chatting animatedly with some of the female employees. His laugh... Lloud, familiar, infuriating, carried across the room, and Drake felt a tight knot of irritation coil in his stomach. What in the world could he want here, so early in the morning?
The moment Trent’s eyes landed on them, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He waved casually before striding over, exuding an infuriating confidence that only made Drake’s jaw clench harder.
Drake’s eyes darkened. “What do you want this
