“Are you going to keep staring out the window all day?”

Chloe finally snapped, sitting behind James at the glass dining table clinking her spoon against a China cup, more concerned with her social media notifications than the silence building between them.

Moments after watching, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window staring down at the street below.

His jaw was clenched, his hands buried in the pockets of his tailored suits.

He didn't turn around, then he replied. ...