I knew Fiona was busy at work. But it couldn’t hurt to give her a little more encouragement. Send one more text that would be waiting for the next time she had a break and checked her phone.
I wrote: The pics don’t have to be sexy. I just want to see your pretty face. Missing it. X
There was no traffic on the way back to the palace. It was only heading into the city that always took forever. I sailed on the highway in the fast lane and made great time.
I took everything into my office and got it filed away neatly – my court summons and the other case-related papers Brandon had given me, as well as the accounting paperwork copies. My filing systems were immaculate, organized and labeled and locked securely.
Then I changed again. I ditched the suit and was back in light sweats.
