Elena
I'd almost convinced myself things were finally starting to fall back into place.
Work. Routine. Breathe again without the feeling of an impending storm.
The investors’ dinner was days away, and preparations were in full swing. I'd been at Hale Developments since the early hours of the morning, moving between the conference room and Bridget's desk, going over every little detail.
It was busy enough to keep my mind from wandering, to keep me from replaying the memories of a kiss that refused to fade and thinking about a pair of grey-blue eyes.
By late morning, I finally sat at my temporary desk on the conference room floor, sipping lukewarm coffee as I reviewed food menus. For once, everything seemed under control.
That should've been my first warning.
“Morning, Ms. Whitmore,”
