And Noah had been stressed for a week straight, if the Sterling Industries headlines were anything to judge by. The stock had dropped another eight percent today.
Levi moved deeper into the penthouse. His footsteps were quiet on the warm floor, barely making a sound.
He found Noah in the living room.
The alpha sat in the center of the couch, taking up the middle cushions without apology. Just sitting there in the near-dark, staring at nothing. A glass rested on the table in front of him, the liquid catching what little light there was.
He'd stripped down since leaving the office. Jacket gone, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves shoved up to his elbows. His dreadlocks hung loose instead of tied back. He looked like he'd been sitting there for hours, just drinking.
