Trish<

After a few calming breaths, I headed for the bathroom to remove the clamps.

I certainly didn’t want the security guard or the parking attendant—or worse, the nice lady from the office next door—to notice them as I left the building.

But just as I reached the bathroom, I heard a voice calling my name.

I turned and noticed David’s office door was open a few inches, although I couldn’t see him.

“Trish, is that you?”

“Yes,” I said hoarsely. I cleared my throat.

“Come in here, please.”

I took a deep breath and pushed his door open.

He was sitting in the big leather chair behind his desk....