*Noland's POV*

As I step into my home, a wave of energy washes over me. Natasha, Robert, and Lexie are hunched over the dining table, poring over sketches and fabric swatches for Natasha's upcoming fashion show. My heart tightens as I watch Lexie, her hair falling in loose curls around her shoulders, her eyes focused intently on her work. She's been through so much lately, and the last thing she needs is more stress.

"Evening, everyone," I say, forcing a ...