Matheson was quite clear that he wanted you to fly him to Saint Louis in the morning. I got the impression he would have taken his business elsewhere if I’d tried to reschedule.” Iola’s instincts were probably right, Cole thought grimly. Matheson was the CEO of a software company who expected everything to go a certain way. His way. “You did the right thing.” Cole glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a flash of sapphire-blue water, trimmed in gold from the setting sun, before he turned onto the highway. He’d hoped that he and Grace would have an opportunity to talk, but the mayor’s meeting must have gone on longer than she’d expected. Or she’s avoiding you. Even as Cole shoved that unwelcome thought aside, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Even before the storm had hit, he’d felt a chasm opening up between them. “Hello?
