Chapter 37 In Your Arms

• “Shit!” Devine cursed as he stared at his wristwatch. Nuella would be done with her class in 10 minutes and he had promised himself to go pick her up from school. He needed her to speak about whatever was happening to her.
• When he picked her up at the spot where he had asked her to wait for his arrival, her eyes held a spark, but they were not the usual bright sparks that eloped his dark heart with its brightness. They were sparks that she wore to distract him from noticing and asking.
• He pulled his coat from the back of his chair and walked out of his all-glass office, ignoring the flinch that his assistant had made when he stepped out.