“Ms. Jones, did you consult me before making this decision?”

Raelynn arched an eyebrow, her expression amused yet disdainful. “Please, call me Mr. Jones. And I’m not consulting you—I’m informing you. If you don’t understand, have your agent explain it.”

The matter was settled.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Tyler turned and glanced over his shoulder. His expression shifted wildly, his bravado crumbling. With a near-whimper, he muttered, ...