Grant was impeccably dressed.

A deep blue shirt, a sleek black suit, and a pitch-black tie—all of it lending him an air of restrained elegance, sharp and austere.

He regarded Francesca with a faint smile. “May I join you for a cup of coffee?”

Francesca paused, then returned his smile, distant and composed. “Of course.”

Grant set his briefcase carefully on the floor and took a seat. Almost immediately, a server approached with a ...