Salima stepped further in, hanging her coat on the stand with deliberate care.

“I asked what’s going on,” she said, voice calm but edged with steel. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

Davin moved closer, mouth opening. “There’s something you should know, Salima—”

Tessa turned to him sharply. “What are you doing?” she murmured under her breath, eyes wide with warning.

Salima’s brows lifted. “Are you going to talk or not?”

Tessa forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She spoke quickly. “Davin just came to tell us our flight to Chicago has been moved up by a day. We would be seeing Roman earlier than we expected.”

Salima studied...