Why else would a man keep a wife that stunning at arm's length?
Miles hung up and exhaled slowly.
Felix took two hours to arrive. Miles had planned to nap in the car, but the constant flow of vehicles through the industrial park grated on his nerves.
Felix took one look at Miles's sour mood and thought for a long moment. "Bro, this thing with Molly's company—it's blown up. Everyone's waiting to watch her fail. Are we really just... leaving?"
Miles leaned back in the passenger seat, eyelids lifting lazily. "You're suggesting I help her?"
"Professionally, this is a Vance factory. Personally, Molly's your wi—sister. Shouldn't we step in?"
Things on Molly's end had reached a boiling point.
She delegated tasks one by one, then touched base with the client. When she spotted Miles, she was caught off guard for a moment.
Miles was handsome—his dark suit tailored perfectly to his tall frame—but the hard lines of his face and the cold edge in his gaze when he looked at her killed any thought of admiring the view.
Felix jogged over, looking pleased with himself. "Molly, my brother's here to help you out."
Miles, helping her?