I had more than my share of things to get done before I could think about leaving the office unattended for two weeks. My Chicago assistant, Evan, was not as on the ball as Brooke had been, but I was making do. It was probably for the best that Brooke hadn’t come; Grace didn’t really enjoy the way Brooke flirted or dressed. “Mr. McFadden, Miss DeLeo is on line two for you.” Evan’s voice cut through the intercom. “Thanks, put her through, please.” I picked up the phone, smiling in anticipation of Grace’s voice. “Hey.” This was not the DeLeo sister I was hoping for. “Faith. What can I do for you?” “Sorry to bug you at work,” she sounded hesitant. “It’s no trouble. What’s up?” I was intrigued, Faith was never hesitant. “So, I don’t know how to even say this. Well, remember how Smith and I met in New York?”
