Sloane Hayes Kept Track of Every Dollar Before Her Husband Ever Signed the Apex Account

“Breakfast,” he said.

“That bakery on Third.

It’s on me.”

I nearly laughed.

“It’s on you.”

“Let me do this the right way, Sloane.”

He was already there when I walked in at ten, sitting at the little round table by the window with two coffees and a folded paper bag.

He got to his feet.