“What do you mean she didn't show up?"
The secretary nodded. “I've waited for two hours, Paris. She didn't turn up as you said she would."
Paris swallowed a sour lump in his throat. He never made such mistakes. There had to be something wrong with that Maria Davis. Yes, it had to be her. The weird, crybaby country girl. His hands balled into tight fists in his pockets.
The same hands relaxed again. “She may need more time, I guess." A smile spread across those handsome lips.
“I thought so."
He would have to have that talk with her again. This time he would bring a towel to cover her face if she cried.
A rock song crashed the peaceful atmosphere.
The secretary apologized and answered his phone.
Paris watched calmly as the boy uttered a few words in whispers, raised his brows i
