Brandy’s POV
I pace behind my desk nervously, after three days of agonising over what to do, and possibly avoiding a certain enforcer at the same time, I recklessly sent Kane a message asking to meet.
I immediately second guessed myself and was about to delete the message again when he responded. Damn him! Why did he have his cell phone, doesn’t he have practice or something? It seems not, and we ended up agreeing to meet at a small coffee shop across town in an hour and a half’s time, sixty five minutes of which I have spent wasting by over thinking and over analysing the entire situation.
My cell phone chimes, telling me that my cab is outside, and that I need to get going if I want to be on time to meet Kane.
Grabbing my purse, I hurry out of my office, nodding to Rory who I have al
