And now, a three story brick office complex stood in the midst of them. One of Skylar Blakewood’s projects Betsy had discovered. He’d reserved two of the ground floor offices for himself and managed to lease all the others for an incredible amount of money. Not quite noon and the high humidity already broke a record for the day. Betsy’s hair went flat and her slip stuck to her as a result. She stopped on the stoop to the main entrance of the office building to pull the damp material down beneath her sleeveless dress. But fixing her slip wasn’t the only reason she hesitated outside the glass double doors. Standing on the threshold of another encounter with Skylar Blakewood twisted her nerves in knots. Stop procrastinating woman and get on with it, an inner voice ordered. Betsy threw back her shoulders and burst inside to be blasted with the refreshing coolness of the central air conditioning. It took a few moments for her body to adjust to the sudden change in temperature and she forged onward to the reception desk.
