JACE’S POV
By the time I wrapped up my meeting, Beverly was still sitting in the lobby, her legs crossed and her phone in her hand, looking like she had all the time in the world.
Most people I knew would’ve left after an hour, maybe two. But not Beverly.
“Finally,” she said with a grin when I walked out. “I was about to start paying rent here.”
“You didn’t have to wait,” I told her, loosening my tie.
She slipped her phone into her bag and stood.
“Yes, I did. I promised we’d spend the day together, remember? Besides, I know you. If I’d left, you would’ve buried yourself in more work.”
I sighed but didn’t argue. She was right.
A few hours later, we were seated across from each other in a quiet corner of a restaurant we usually reserved for catching up in the past.
She ordered wi
