Bree’s POV
It’s nearly 4:00 PM on Friday. The week has flown by. I’m nervously glancing at the clock on my computer screen every 30 seconds while re-reading the same line in a document over and over.
My dad and Paul are about to host a conference to let everyone know about the merger. They won’t be mentioning yet that Cranston and I will be taking over the company, they want to wait until after the wedding.
Scared we’ll get cold feet, I guess.
I feel the familiar twist in my stomach at the thought.
Cranston and I haven’t talked since we texted on Monday.
I’m not sure if he will be at the conference today or not.
A part of me wants to see him, another part of me wants to never see him again.
I strum my fingers on the desk and check the clock again.
Okay. It’s time. I should wa
