So sorry I won’t be able to see you today either. Cope’s shoulders sagged when he read the text message from Dani. For the third day in a row, they wouldn’t be getting together. It crossed his mind she was pushing him out of her life, but then he shoved it aside. What reason would Dani have for avoiding him? If there was a problem with their relationship, she’d come to him with it. Though uneasy, he texted back a quick No worries, my beauty. We’ll catch up tomorrow night. Tomorrow was Friday. She’d never worked so late on a Friday they couldn’t get together. Cope turned his attention back to his work, reviewing the schedules for his drivers. He had five cars and eight drivers—all reliable men and women with martial arts training and licensed to conceal carry. The phone rang, Copeland appearing on the call display. Cope snatched it up and said, “Hello?” “Bobby. How are you?” “Fine, thanks, Mother. What’s up?” Cope leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out in front of him.
