Cain's POV

“You’ve been in a mood for two days.”

I didn’t look up from the contract I wasn’t actually reading. “I’m fine.”

Marcus dropped into the chair across from my desk anyway, uninvited, propping one leg over his knee like he had nowhere else to be.

I kept my eyes on the same paragraph that I was struggling to read for the fourth time, yet to no avail.

“You haven’t said more than ten words at breakfast since Tuesday,” he said.

“The Singapore deal is complicated,” I responded.

“That’s what Dad thinks.” I finally looked up, and Marcus smiled. “But I don’t think it’s the Singapore deal.”

I picked...