I thought Cole was finally returning.
Holding Noah against my shoulder, I hurried over and opened his message.
Don’t wait up. Big clients. Stay quiet so I can focus.
I stared.
The words sounded exactly like him.
Stay quiet.
Don’t disturb me.
Handle everything yourself.
Then I noticed the attached photograph.
My exhausted mind initially struggled to understand it.
A hotel mirror.
A bed with tangled white sheets.
Champagne on the nightstand.
A woman’s bare shoulder.
Long blonde hair spread across Cole’s chest, his arm wrapped intimately around her waist.
