She studied him. “You’re not angry?”

“I am furious.”

“You don’t look furious.”

Roman set the documents down carefully. “A man who needs to display anger has already lost control of it.” He walked toward the window. For the first time, Harper saw the strain beneath his discipline.

The official Connor had bribed had delayed safety improvements at one of the oldest terminals; two hundred workers had spent another winter using deteriorating equipment because Connor wanted negotiating leverage.

Roman’s hand closed into a fist.