Vance’s signed medical duplicates in my bag, proving Spencer could never father an heir.

Below the bench, another huge swell crashed into the stone wall and hurled heavy seawater against the concrete.

Theo put a paper cup of black coffee down beside my hand before eight in the morning.

Nora’s face filled the tablet screen propped against a pile of architectural blueprints on the drafting table.

“The twenty-million-dollar freeze will stand for forty-eight hours unless we file an emergency countermotion in Manhattan,” Nora said.

“We’re not filing a countermotion,” I told her.