Isla sat behind her desk, her eyes skimming through Jaxon’s schedule. She kept reviewing his meetings from the previous day, searching for anything that might explain last night’s unexpected business dealings. But there was nothing.

‘It was the same the other day. Why is he attending meetings that aren’t on his schedule?’ she wondered, glancing toward his office.

Inside, a man—dressed in an air of mystery—sat across from Jaxon, engaged in a hushed conversation. ...