It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A steady buzzing noise wakes me from a deep sleep, pulling at my consciousness. My lids feel heavy, and my mouth contains a sticky dryness.
The sound hums again, vibrating in my ears. Sitting up, I grab the moving cell phone off the corner of the nightstand.
Holy Crap! My eyes widen. There are a series of text messages from Stephen marked urgent.
- Found documents on Jennifer A. Herrington.
- Confidential. For your eyes only.
- Come to the hotel, alone.
- 2:00 p.m.
The rustling of the paper draws my eyes to the far end of the room. Drake is sitting on a lounge chair in front of the French doors leading to the balcony. He brings a steaming cup of coffee to
