Francesca Luchetti told herself to stop checking the clock every three minutes. She straightened her tablet and the yellow legal pad sitting on the conference table in front of her. “I thought this meeting was supposed to start at five?” Hadley leaned back into the black leather chair and let out...
Her heart pounded as she scanned the twelve messages. She tapped on Remy’s first. Delayed at work. Will be a little late.Perfect, the entire day had been nothing but problems. She had marked herself out last night so that she’d have a full night’s rest to travel on. The plan had gone well until t...