Chapter 3

"But," I cut her off, grabbing my phone and pulling up Ethan's chat.

His profile pic was a blurry shot of the deep sea, and his feed screamed elite: industry events, book quotes, and the occasional gym check-in. "I can offer you another option. Think of it as...after-sales compensation."

Isabelle's anger stalled, and she shot me a suspicious look. "Another one? You're not setting me up again, are you?"

"This one's different," I said, turning my phone so she could see a candid of Ethan in a suit, reading by the library window. The sunlight gave him a soft, gentle…