Amelia picked up a chocolate shake at a drive-thru and drank it on the way back to her apartment. Her mind was in a jumble and her emotions were a little raw. She hadn't expected the meeting with Alex to turn out that way.
Then again, she hadn't expected Isabel to waltz in and complicate things.
She'd assumed that Alex would be suspicious, but she hadn't cared. Her objective was to inform him and nothing else. She could take care of herself. Then again she had a few clients who had outstanding debts to her but she was sure they would come through eventually.
Until that moment, her bank account was seriously low and rent had been due a week ago. It had only been the third time she'd been late in the two years she'd lived in the place. No one could fault her for that.
The shake sat in
