Jack got out and slammed the door closed. “We have a meeting here?” he asked.

“Yep. Mason called me this morning and asked if we could meet with him.”

“Does this mean you were able to work your weird magic and smooth things over without involving Dianna?” Jack asked hopefully.

“This has nothing to do with me,” Carter replied as they headed across the stone plaza in front of the Black Sheep building. “Mason reached out to me.”

Hmm. Maybe the tarts had done their job after all? It was almost too much to hope for, but if Mason Pressfield had reached out to Carter for a meeting, that had...