“How the hell do you mistakenly sign a contract?”
Hayes’ voice cut through the quiet garden sharply.
The pool lights reflected faintly across the whiskey glass in my hand as I looked up at him.
“It was last Friday,” I said calmly. “I was supposed to meet a client at a restaurant.”
Ford’s brows pulled together immediately.
“And when I got there…” I paused briefly before taking another sip. “Dominic was there.”
The atmosphere shifted again.
All three of them were watching me now.
Pierce leaned forward slightly against his knees while Ford stared at me like he was trying to figure out how bad the situation really was. Hayes remained still, but his eyes had sharpened in that quiet way that usually meant somebody was about to suffer later.
I looked down at the amber liquid inside my gl
