Chapter 37

  The afternoon is chaotic. For the first time, I’m glad of my assistant Rosalie’s lingering presence; it feels like I don’t get a second to think.

  Jake is in his office with just as much going on as me; I’ve walked in there a dozen times with files and notes, and each time he seems to be shedding clothes. He’s now sitting with his shirt pulled out, unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves rolled up. His normally styled hair is ruffled, messy, and his tie and jacket are strewn across his couch. His shoes are lying in the middle of the floor, a sure sign he’s stressed.