Chapter 41

• It wasn’t long before she realized she wasn’t going to get any work done. At least not in the office, with her thoroughly pissed-off husband so close. She undocked the laptop and shoved it into her bag. Without a word to anyone, she snuck past James’s office like a naughty teenager and out the front door.
• Luckily, finding Wi-Fi in a city this size wasn’t hard. She ended up nestled into an oversized armchair at Edgar Allan Joe a couple of hours later, nursing some chocolate coffee concoction the barista had suggested. It wasn’t as good as her plain hot chocolate, but it wasn’t horrible like the coffee Daddy liked.
• “Focus, Liv,” she muttered to herself. Thinking of James just made her want to cry all over again.