Chapter 91The car park had mostly emptied by the time Sarah found him.Simon Stone was leaning against the side of his car with the particular stillness of a man whose body had stopped moving but whose mind hadn't. His arms were crossed loosely, his gaze somewhere out past the concrete pillars and the scattered vehicles, fixed on nothing specific. He didn't look troubled, exactly. He looked like a man running calculations that the rest of the world wasn't privy to.Sarah had seen that look before. She'd decided, somewhere along the way, that it made him more attractive rather than less.She crossed the garage toward him, heels clicking a soft rhythm against the floor, and arranged her expression into something warm and open — the version of herself she'd learned to lead with when she wanted something. She'd had time to recover from the corridor. To recalibrate. The embarrassment of the moment with Ethan had already been folded away into a corner of her mind she didn't intend to visit