The next morning, Adrian Kingsley arrived at the office earlier than usual.
Sleep had been impossible.
Too many thoughts had crowded his mind—Sophia’s possible betrayal, Elena’s return, and the child he couldn’t stop thinking about.
Those blue eyes.
He sat at his desk when Daniel Carter walked in, holding a cup of coffee.
“You look terrible,” Daniel said.
“I didn’t sleep.”
Daniel handed him the cup. “I figured.”
Adrian took it, then said, “I need you to investigate something else.”
Daniel sighed. “Of course you do.”
“Elena,” Adrian said.
Daniel frowned. “What about her?”
“I want everything from the past three years.”
“You already have most of it.”
“Not all.”
Adrian paused, then added, “There’s a child.”
Daniel blinked. “A child?”
“I saw him yesterday. With her.”
Daniel le
