From The Grey House:
“What happens now, Vincent?”
“Meet me.” His voice, low and seductive, swept over her skin.
She closed her eyes. “When?”
“When do you work again?”
“Friday afternoon. It’s a double. I’ll be here until close.”
“I’ll have dinner here on Friday. We’ll talk of our future.” His phone rang. He let it.
“Yes.”
Cat Stark 