I'd left the apartment to give Hayden privacy during her Skype interview with Liam. She had called him the day after I'd had dinner with him. That phone call had gone well, so they arranged a time to Skype the day after I came back from New York. I was dying to hear how it went, but I had to wait patiently at Starbucks with my venti sugar-free, non-fat, vanilla soy, double shot, decaf, no foam, extra hot, peppermint white chocolate mocha with light whip and extra syrup, for the green light to come home.
I'd thought coming here and meeting Davis would be a distraction, one that would make time fly by. I was wrong. Davis and I were sitting at our table, coffee in hand. He'd made a valiant effort to keep the conversation flowing, but I was lost in thought of what this could mean for Hayden's
