Chapter 55
- Dianne was out of the center before Taylor’s watch registered her being even one minute late. She hurried to the car, her excitement tangible. She’d been the same that morning, unable to keep still for a second, downing coffee as if it were going out of fashion but unable to eat a morsel of the eggs his chef had cooked for them.
- She pulled the passenger door open. “Is it done?”
- ‘Yes.’