Noah POV

The phone rings when I is racing.

I stare at the screen. James Brant's name glows there.

My breath catches.

"Hello?"

"Noah Carter." His voice is cold. Formal. "Zoe has agreed to meet with you,"

My heart pounds. “Really？Are you serious?"

"Don't make me regret this decision."

“I’m listening.”

My hands start shaking.

"One week from today. Neutral territory. Contact you later.”

The line goes dead.

I sit ...