There was no way he’d relax until Paisley was within eyesight again. Probably, not even then. He had a bad feeling about this press conference. He wanted to whisk her away again, hide her from the rest of the world. The phone rang, the shrill sound echoing through the room. Everyone turned to look at it. No one made a move to answer. Most likely, it was Vivian Ames again with demands to know just what Jamison thought he was doing. She was good and angry over the announcement he was breaking his silence and speaking to the press. She’d be livid when she discovered it was Paisley breaking her silence instead. Jamison had answered it the first time. They’d all heard Vivian’s shrill voice before he’d hung up. “You know she’ll show up and try to cause a scene to divert attention to her,” Tuck stated. Jamison nodded. “She will.” “How much longer will Paisley be?”
