Chapter 30

Chloe's voice drifted in from the balcony, a soft hum that competed with the morning breeze. Noah stepped toward the glass doors, finishing a bite of his breakfast wrap. He leaned against the frame, watching her adjust a newly placed ceramic pot. Chloe looked up, her hair slightly tousled from a night of tossing and turning. She wiped a smudge of dirt from her palm. "What's the matter, Mr. Hayes?" she asked, her eyes searching his face. "You've been standing there for a minute." Noah swallowed...