His bags were packed and his passport was under his wallet on the coffee table. He still had forty-five minutes before Tyler would arrive to take him to the airport. Sydney would be looking after his place while he was away. Everything was in order. Too bad he’d thought about canceling the trip three times in the last hour.
There were so many things to do at the office. It wasn’t fair to hire to Charisma and dump a list of instructions on her and then take off. He took a deep breath and exhaled. He could scratch the trip right now, but the alternative was having the women in his life read him the riot act if he didn’t go. They were elated that he’d finally taken their advice and was getting away to the Executive Desires resort for some rest and relaxation. They didn’t know Taylor was the inspiration for the getaway. Her outlandish proposition boomed in his ears like a cannon. He needed to get away and think about things. Away from work. Away from Taylor.
