CHAPTER NINE
She barely made it out of the cab before the gathered news vans recognized her face. She bulldozed her way through them, not giving them a moment of her time. As she made her way to the door, looking straight ahead and doing her best to be unflustered by their swarming, she noticed that they were at least giving her some distance. She wondered how much yelling Connelly had done at them to this point. The thought of it made her smile, but it did not make her any more hopeful about the unscheduled meeting she was about to have with him.
When she finally made it through the doors, she was greeted with a multitude of shocked faces. She also saw some friendly expressions too—those who apparently thought she was being outed simply because of her past. For the most part, though, th
