The penthouse was dark except for the city light spilling through the windows.
Chloe sat on the edge of the low sofa, elbows on her knees, staring at the black screen of the restricted phone. It was past midnight. Marcus had been in the study for hours, the low murmur of calls bleeding under the door until even that had gone quiet. She had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the roof, Charlie’s easy smile, and the way Marcus had stepped between them like a man claiming territory he no longer trusted.
The study door opened.
Marcus walked out in shirtsleeves, the top two buttons undone, hair pushed back as if he had been running his hands through it for hours. He stopped when he saw her still awake.
“You should be in bed.”
“So should you.”
He moved to the sideboard and po
