Chapter 13

We named her Wren. Ryder Kane, who once ended a nine-figure negotiation by hanging up mid-sentence, could not put her down. He held her through conference calls. He held her in the shower once, which we do not discuss. Three weeks after we came home, I found him at 4 a.m. in the nursery, six-foot-three in a rocking chair built for a normal-sized person, whispering the Asia-Pacific numbers to a newborn. "She's an excellent listener," he said, without looking up. "Very sharp. Doesn't interrupt." "You're...