“Why the hell was Leone in our bedroom Chloe?”

James’s voice cut through the room like a blade. He dropped his briefcase so hard that it startled her.

Chloe froze with her dress half-unzipped, but James didn't notice.

“What?”

“You heard me. Why was my brother in our bedroom?”

She turned around, putting on her best confused face.

“James, are you losing it? Leone wasn't…”

“His cufflink,” James stepped closer, and she could see the rage simmering behind his ...