When Christine opened her eyes, the limousine had stopped. With an innocent face, she straightened up and stretched her muscles. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, still trying to shake off the haze of sleep.

Christine was shocked when she saw Reyes Blackwell sitting beside her, busy with a tablet displayed on a data table. A strand of her short auburn air rested on the man's shoulder, and for a moment she thought

"I leaned on his shoulder?"

But as she looked at Reyes, she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he concentrated on the data in front of him. She couldn't help...