Leighton stared at her phone Thursday morning.
7 PM. Tonight. She had to call Noah in nine hours.
Her stomach had been twisted in knots since she'd sent that text. Professional. Cold. Exactly how it needed to be.
So why did her hands shake every time she thought about hearing his voice?
"You okay?" Daniel set coffee on her desk. Their morning routine. "You look stressed."
"Wedding planning call tonight. With the best man."
"The brother?" Daniel's expression shifted. Careful. "The complicated one?"
"Yeah. We have to coordinate on the bachalorette party."
"Want me to be there? Moral support?"
"No. I need to do this alone. Prove I can handle it."
"You can handle anything." He squeezed her shoulder. "But I'm a phone call away if you need backup."
The day dragged. Every minute felt l
