Moments later, as the night grew older, Chloe found Amir in the gym. His anger was evident in the way he hit the punching bag before him. But no matter how he punched, it was obvious that his fury was refusing to melt.

“Amir,” she called to confirm if he would allow her presence.

He briefly paused the punching. When he saw it was her, he resumed dropping blows on the hanging leather bag. “What do you want?” The hitting stopped again. “Are you here to rub snarky words in my ...