Jaxen POV
By the time I got home, I was in my study, laptop open, and a remote meeting already starting.
The executives were talking.
Numbers.Quarterly projections.A problem with one of our overseas divisions.
The things that normally held my attention without effort.
Tonight, none of it stuck.
I read the same line on the report three times before realizing I hadn't absorbed a word.
I closed my eyes for a second. Scarlett's face flashed through my mind.
The way she'd looked at me at dinner—the irritation in her eyes when I'd called her sweetheart.
I forced myself to focus on the screen.
This was ridiculous. I had a dozen people waiting for decisions.
I didn't have time to sit here thinking about my ex-wife.
Especially not after she'd made it clear that she wanted nothing to do
