Chapter 74 So What's The Problem?

• The taxi jolted again, as though it were punishing Rosie for her life choices.
• She shifted in the backseat, arms wrapped tightly around her bag, like it could protect her from the static still clinging to her from that boardroom. That god-awful boardroom, with its sharp suits and sharper glances. She could still hear the low hum of unspoken threats, like bees behind glass.
• The vineyard—barely visible in the distance—wavered under the early afternoon sun. It was still. Too still. Maybe that’s why she’d come. For stillness. Or maybe it was just the magnetic pull of Sophie and her unflappable warmth… or the promise of no one named Devlin within a twenty-foot radius.