A few quiet weeks passed after the gala.

Hayden’s mornings began with therapy, Myla’s with her endless phone calls and emails as she tried to run her business without leaving the sanctuary of her home, and Beck’s with loud music that made Jared threaten to throw his coffee mug at him.

It was late afternoon now. The sun spread lazy gold over the pool where Myla was stretched out on a lounge chair, half asleep with a book on her stomach. Hayden sat nearby under the shade, a folder open ...