Jerica thought she heard Jared's voice in the distance, low and taut, simmering with anger. It was unmistakable—the deep bass of his words carried a sharp edge, something she hadn't heard from him in a long time. Was he arguing with Harold?
She frowned, unsure if she was mishearing, and tried to ignore it, returning her focus to the stack of papers on her desk. But the wind carried Harold's voice next, faint and trembling with fear. Her stomach twisted.
Unable to shake her curiosity, Jerica stood and quietly moved to the door, pulling it open just enough to glance into the hallway. There, standing right outside her office, was Jared—her husband.
Her heart leaped at the sight of him. After the charged moment they had shared in the record room earlier, she hadn't expected to see him again so soon.
