They fell into a rhythm.
Days, they were strangers. Leighton stayed in her room or left the house entirely. Noah worked in his office. They passed each other in hallways with nothing more than a nod. Professional. Distant.
Nights were different.
After Chloe went to bed, Noah would text. One word: *Now.*
And Leighton would slip down the hallway to his room. Lock the door behind her. Let him pull her into his bed and make her forget every reason this was a bad idea.
Tuesday morning, she had her second interview with Catalyst Creative.
"You're going out?" Chloe asked over breakfast. Noah was in the gym. Safe.
"Just errands."
"Want company?"
"No. I'm fine."
Chloe's eyes narrowed. "You've been weird lately. Sneaking around. Keeping secrets."
Leighton's heart jumped. "I'm not sneaking
