I’m sitting across from Jake at Eleven Madison Park, a bustling popular restaurant and his current favorite, watching him mess with his cell while we wait for our food.

“Jake?” I interrupt gently.

“Emma?” he responds without looking up. He’s deliberately being evasive.

“The Hunter merger?” My curiosity has been niggling at me all the way here, and I have been extremely patient. He sighs, puts his cell inside his jacket, and brings his steady green gaze back ...