don

om last night's game. I was downing glass after glass of whis

n enough. He put a hand on my glass as I raised it

New York's oldest families, and he was always the voice

with a sneer. "Stay

er in arms, a former Navy SEAL who now ran a top-tier sec

days, Landon," Caleb said, his voice lo

n... Chloe. She's divorcing me. And she ran off with a

rowned. "Ran off with your money? That does

fter hearing it, Julian

emember correctly, that's likely just the investment returns fro

mind, once we were married, what was her

aking another swig of whiskey.

sharp. "Landon, be honest.

by the memory of Chloe's pale face that night. I

n, we've known each other for years. I've

outed, making heads turn at nearby

oming home to a cold dinner. Not used to th

ity. "You're just stubborn. You care

f my anger. I fell silent, my fingers

y head wasn't the lost endorsement or Isabelle's nagging.

e her? The thought sent a

vulnerability, Julian and C

d. "You need to talk to her. Not with that c

locked my number. How am I

ment, then made a decision

didn't block me," he said, find

ng at him. "What

e call on speakerphone and pl

ectly, "Elara, it's Julian Beaumont. Landon's drunk at the

one, my heart poun

ping she would come or te

lara seemed to pass

nd clear, came through the speaker, echoing acr

oice, speaking to

. You should call Isabelle Sterling. She's