Noah didn't move from the couch for three hours.
He sat with his phone in his hand, staring at the screen like it might tell him what to do next. His coffee sat untouched on the table. Cold. A thin film forming on top. He kept reading the same email over and over. The one David had sent with a list of next steps. Call the SEC back. Prepare a formal statement. Review all communications from five years ago.
Simple steps. Clear steps. He couldn't make himself do any of them.
Leighton watched him from the kitchen doorway. His shoulders were tight. His jaw set in that way that meant he was somewhere else entirely, running through scenarios in his head that all ended badly.
She'd seen him handle billion dollar deals without breaking a sweat. Negotiate with people who would eat him alive if h
