Freya stopped in her tracks, glancing between Jonas and the doorway behind him. "What are you doing here?"
Jonas smiled casually, leaning against the doorframe. "Leonard and I had a few too many drinks last night. Ended up crashing here."
"Oh." Facing Jonas, Freya found herself at a loss for words. Perhaps it was awkwardness, or perhaps the distance that had grown between them over the past three years.
She tugged at the corner of her mouth and turned to head downstairs.
"Frey..." Jonas interrupted, holding out a check to her. "I don't need this money right now. There's no rush to pay me back."
Freya looked down at the amount on the check.
It was exactly three million dollars, the precise sum she had jokingly mentioned. The check was already signed; all she needed to do
