Strangers Again

“I'll wait,” Sloane blurted before he could say more.

“Very well. When the meetings wrap, I'll mention your request again.”

Sloane slipped her phone away and sank onto a chair in the lobby, the building's vast glass ceiling pouring daylight over her folded hands.

She waited, uncertain how many hours—or how much resolve—would be required before Killian agreed to meet her.

Perhaps—she admitted with