Noah climbed into the limousine beside Hailey and she didn’t know what to say. He must have heard what the reporter said. Her head spun as she grasped at words, but the reporter wasn’t completely wrong.

Noah’s jaw was clenched, which was the only indication that he was angry. Hailey couldn’t blame him. She should have said something, but she never imagined it would come up.

The records were sealed because she’d been a juvenile.

“Noah.”

He put up his ...