Chapter 56

• Noah.
• I didn’t knock when I walked into Natasha’s house. She liked to leave the door unlocked when she was expecting someone. I figured if she was arrogant enough to assume she’d never get caught, she wouldn’t mind the courtesy being ignored.
• She was in the sunroom. Of course she was. Draped across one of those too-white couches with a glass of wine in hand and a silk robe that looked more costume than comfort. The kind of setup that begged for an audience.