Kate sat in the dimly lit hotel suite, sipping her wine as she waited. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room, but her mind was far from calm.

She had been restless since her last conversation with Ryan’s parents, and even though Thomas had promised to handle things, she needed reassurance.

Her phone buzzed.

I’m here.

Kate smirked, setting her glass down. A few seconds later, a knock sounded at the door.

She walked over, unlocking it smoothly, and stepped aside as Mr. Thomas Winters strode in, looking as composed as ever.

“You’re late,” she murmured, shutting the door behind him.

Thomas loosened his tie, glancing at...