A current of excitement ran through Val. She took the folder. “I was planning to go there tomorrow.” “Well, I beat you to it. Ned couldn’t find out on the phone if Scott gave financial talks there. Figured I’d do better in person. I pretended I was looking to move there. Had to listen to the sale...
The air around her seemed to buzz like a high-voltage wire. She’d suppressed her memory of how good-looking he was, his brown eyes framed by dark lashes, his high cheekbones. He had features that would have made the sculptors of ancient Greece swoon—a classic profile and a marble heart. Val caugh...
“You rang the bell at Nadia Westrin’s house, got no response, and walked in. You usually barge into people’s homes like that?” Was that the fourth or fifth hostile question he’d asked? Val had lost count. “She asked me to meet her there at seven. When she didn’t come to the door, I thought I shou...