Chapter 12
- “I only have forty-five minutes,” he continued. “We’re not too far away from each other. Shall we meet in the middle? Our choices are French, Italian or good ole American.”
- “I’m up for anything,” she said faintly.
- She propped the phone between her shoulder and her ear and began frantically digging for her notes on his account. She stuffed everything into a folder and reached for her bag.