POV: Tristan
Danny had just parked the car in the office parking lot. I remained seated in the backseat for a moment, staring at the tablet in my hands.
The numbers on the screen blurred together.
I hadn't absorbed a single thing I had read during the drive.
With a sigh, I closed the tablet and set it beside me before I looked up.
"Danny."
His eyes met mine through the rearview mirror.
"Yes, boss?"
I hesitated.
The question sitting in my head sounded ridiculous. Yet somehow, I found myself asking it anyway.
"What do you think about Naomi?"
Danny blinked as his eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Sir?"
I leaned back.
"Give me your honest thoughts about her. Don't hold back."
For a second, Danny looked unsure whether this was a trick question.
Then he shrugged.
"You and I both know s
