Emma stared at her ceiling fan, watching it spin lazily above her bed. Sleep had been impossible after Jack's unexpected visit. His bloodshot eyes and rumpled suit kept replaying in her mind, along with Alek's tense jaw when he'd appeared at her door.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand: *Morning meeting canceled. Take the day. - A*

She smiled at Alek's thoughtfulness. After last night's drama, a day off was exactly what she needed.

Two hours later, Emma was deep into her third cup of coffee at her favorite café, a tiny place three blocks from her apartment where no one cared about hockey or recognized star players' ex-wives. She'd...