SILENT SINS
She glanced toward the private elevator doors again, willing them to open.
Exactly one hour after the scheduled start time, the elevator chimed. Kai Lennox strode in with that signature unhurried confidence. He wore baggy designer jeans, flashy limited-edition Crocs, and a loose button-up shirt left completely open down the front. The new ink on his chest caught the light immediately—Elara’s name in elegant, flowing script across his pectoral muscle. No apology left his lips. He dropped into the armchair beside his wife, crossed one leg over the other, and let a faint, crooked smile play at the corner of his mouth.