He’d work faster if I was a nebulous threat, skirting around his periphery. Besides, I’d rolled into work two hours late, so I couldn’t exactly jump his ass with a straight face.I’d slept so well the night before, even with the worry of betrayal hanging over my head. Maybe Lincoln had chloroforme...
Two hours when I should have been reading e-mails, writing letters, doing any number of things I needed to do for my clients. Instead, I did the same thing I’d done all weekend. I thought about her, wondered what I could do to fix the situation.I stared out my windows—something I rarely did. I’d ...