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et, but there was a boulder of doubt in my stomach that had me sure she wouldn't come at all. It was a natural assump
I relied on experience. If she were planning to sho
own her for a l
. In the week since I'd gotten her email, I'd practiced it over and over. Julianna, Julianna, Julianna. She wasn't Jolie anymor
cause Donovan and I were alike in that area. When we'd worked the office together in Tokyo, we'd had the trimmest budget of all the Reach locations. It had risen a bit when he'd moved to t
not all that friendly. I'd be a bad host to leave it there. I considered doing just that before begr
Jo
ian
ing to be in New York for a wedding that I'd had no prior plans to attend. I most definitely shouldn't have dropped everything, boarded a plane, an
justice, I would have
It was closure. And that's why I was there-for me, not
n, but it was better than wearing a hole in the carpet. Still antsy, I pulled out m
a
out to you like this, but ther
name I refused to call her. The one meant to tug at
my hands with my eyes. It was a trick I'd taught myself a decade or so ago, back when the pressure of some of my bigger jobs got the best of me, and I needed something to help me focus. I hadn't had
nked skin, I was breathing more regularly, and even though the he
he ding of the elevator arriving. Then the sound of two sets of
was
I was going to keep it t
l curse under my breath, I clicked the button that turned the glas
was Fran that I saw first, the security guard that I'd tipped a hundred in exchange for personally walking my guest to the back office.
ght choice because, even with her head bent and her eyes fixed on the floor, Jolie was a lodestone, and I was fighting
le to resist her pull e
for the
't make up for not s
hen I'd gone after her. My ribs hurt with the vividness of that memory. My shoulder throb
hat, her pull o
out. The glass was between us, but the office d