3
“Dare I ask how dinner went?” Simon asked as Denver slammed the door to his office closed.
“We didn’t eat,” he snapped, then paced the length of his office. The large window and balcony of his suite of offices overlooked the beach. Moonlight spilled onto the dark water as it rolled in with the tide. The fury rippling through him began to ebb at the mere view of the sea.
“I figured.” His friend chuckled. “You were only gone fifteen minutes. Is the meeting off?”
“For now. She talked me into delaying it. She fed me some line about wanting to change her pitch now that she’s here.”
He halted his pacing at the sight of a woman strolling along the beach beneath the moonlight, her hair dark and her body shapely. His body tensed, his heart pounding against his ribs as he strained for a bette
