The doorbell rang at eleven on Saturday morning.
Leighton was in the kitchen making coffee. Noah was in his office. Chloe had left early for a yoga class.
She ignored the bell. Not her house. Not her problem.
It rang again. Longer this time. Insistent.
She sighed and walked to the door. Checked the security screen.
A woman stood on the porch. Tall. Impossibly tall. Long blonde hair that caught the sunlight like spun gold. Designer sunglasses. A dress that probably cost more than Leighton's entire wardrobe.
She looked familiar. Like someone from a magazine. Or a movie.
Leighton opened the door. "Can I help you?"
The woman lowered her sunglasses. Her eyes were green. Cat-like. They swept over Leighton in one quick, dismissive glance.
"I'm here to see Noah." Her voice was smooth. Cul
