“Take off your tie, I’m not going up.” Gavin said to Grace as he neared the hotel.
He was already late—supposed to arrive by five, and now it was five twenty. Blame the board of directors, that group of nosy old men who always had too many pointless questions. If they had that much time on their hands, they might as well pick up gardening instead of wasting his time.
He tamped down the irritation rising in his chest, flicked the unlit cigarette between his fingers, and shoved the entire pack back into his pocket.
At last, at 5:20 sharp, Gavin pulled up near the hotel where Grace was staying.
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Even though they'd agreed to meet at 7 p.m., Raphael had wrapped up early and couldn’t help driving over to her hotel ahead of time. He figured he could get some work done while waiting nearby…
