CHAPTER TWELVE
Keira was woken the next morning by the sound of her cell phone ringing. The boat was rocking in a more pronounced manner than it had so far, and it made her stomach roll a little. She groaned, reached out, and grasped for her phone. It was the Viatorum office, which meant either Nina, Heather, or, on rare occasions, Elliot. She answered the call with anticipation.
“Keira, hi,” came Nina’s voice.
Keira let out a breath of relief. Nina was definitely her preference out of the three options.
Nina continued speaking. “Look, the article so far is fine. Your description of Denmark, your amusing story about the museum. But we need more.” She paused. “More interaction. It’s hardly a challenge not to rebound if you haven’t given yourself the chance to actually meet anyone.”
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