(Reese)
Over the last two weeks, life had settled into something that almost felt normal again. Noah’s arm was healing, Roan had started rehab, and nobody had found any sign that Iron Cross was planning to move against us. The guard outside my apartment was still there, but the fear that had followed me everywhere had started to ease. After weeks of looking over my shoulder, I could finally focus on something other than staying alive.
The show was tomorrow.
I’d known the date was getting closer, but knowing it and being ready for it were two different things. Every day seemed to bring another problem that needed solving. A model needed a dress adjusted, a shipment arrived late, or someone changed their mind about something we’d already agreed on. Simone had started carrying two notebook
