Jack looked at the number on his phone and cringed. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would get this call, but he’d hoped it would take a little more time.

“Dahlia,” he said, answering the phone, his voice gruff.

“Hi Jack, how are you?”

“I’m fine,” he replied. “Or at least I was until you called.”

He was standing outside the Black Sheep building, pacing the courtyard. Maybe he should have ignored the call and dealt with it after work, not before he was about to spend another day in close proximity to Dianna. She had specified he needed to wear casual clothes today, which...