SECOND SIN
When the doors parted again, Nathan’s breath caught hard in his throat.
Noah stood directly in front of him, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a tablet. His secretary hovered a step behind, but Noah’s attention locked instantly on Nathan. Their eyes met, for five long, frozen seconds of eye contact that felt like minutes. Noah’s expression stayed neutral, almost unreadable, but Nathan felt the weight of it press against his chest.