Chapter 15
Decadent? Jo really needed something to be decadent right at the moment. Not Alaska, not case law, not Pike Place Market, not even a triathlon. She needed something that was wholly for her. And she knew exactly what it was, but it was so outrageous she didn’t want to risk even speaking in case that somehow ruined it.
She closed the little white box and rose without a word. She left some part of herself in that leather office chair. If she’d been less tired, she might have returned to gather it back up, but at the moment she just didn’t care. She tapped the control embedded in the desk’s surface and the tight-focused overhead desk lamp faded to darkness leaving only the soft glow of the walls and the city lights from the windows. Angelo found her jacket on the back of the door
