Heedless of the display, Sam Watson juggled the hotel phone between his ear and shoulder. “What do you mean, the roses haven’t arrived? I ordered them last month.” “We’re looking into the situation now, Mr. Watson,” the concierge responded. “We’re working with the florist to locate them and they’...
Allie looked up from the report she was reading to find Kathy leaning against the baffle separating Allie’s office from the next claim investigator’s cubicle. “I got in last night.” It had been nice to get back to her own bed, away from the memories of what she’d once had ...