Emma hesitated at the doorway. "Get some rest. Doctor's orders."
In her own room, Emma checked her phone for the first time in hours. More missed calls, plus a text from Jamie: Everyone's looking for you two. Stay disappeared a little longer. I'll cover.
She smiled at her brother's unexpected support, then noticed a voicemail from Harold. Against her better judgment, she listened.
"Emma, this disappearing act is childish and unprofessional. Whatever misguided feelings you think you have for Stevenson, remember that he represents everything our family has fought against for generations. Frederick and I are close to an agreement that will finally put the Stevenson legacy under Blackwood control, where it belongs. Don't jeopardize decades of work for a temporary infatuation. Call me immedi
