“Brooke left this on the island today,” I said, holding the paper out toward him.

Cole didn’t turn around right away.

He undid his French cuffs and laid them neatly on the marble vanity.

“Brooke leaves dozens of work folders all over the house,” Cole said.

His voice was clipped and commanding.

“You shouldn’t be going through my business papers.”

“A custody lawyer drafted this, Cole, not a commercial broker,” I said.

Cole turned around slowly, with no surprise at all on his face.