Aiden’s POV

“Haven, not now,” I muttered, staring at the document projected across my tablet. The red numbers glared at me, mocking. I hadn’t slept more than three hours in the last two nights; my company was still bleeding.

But it was all lost on Haven. She didn’t care.

“Aiden,” she whined, shaking the hanger in her hand, “you promised you’d help me pick one. Which do you like better—the red bikini or the gold one?”

I didn’t even look up. “They’re the ...