Chapter 10
JESSE
I regret picking up the call the second I hear Sophia’s voice.
A sound icier than the tundra and sweeter than syrup, her tone is like a tidal wave, wafting annoyance over my entire body. Walking over the crowded sidewalk just outside of the Plaza Hotel, my eyes gobble up the site of the swank hotel, a historic, gothic-like New York site that I never get tired of seeing.
But my ears, glued to my cell phone, can do nothing but stay pricked, tuned into the one woman on earth who knows how to put me in my place.
I can imagine her hazel green eyes now, dark highlighted hair thrown in a bun as she brings me, the city’s supposedly most ruthless trial lawyer to his Tom Ford-covered knees. I sigh as she tears my sensibility to shreds.
“So, you’re just going to avoid me? Is th
