CLAIRE

For the hundredth time, I smoothed invisible wrinkles down my skirt with one hand while Justin's fingers tightened securely around my other hand.

Then I drew in a deep, shaky breath, watching the floor numbers light up above the sleek metallic door. I wasn't claustrophobic, but the simple fact that we were currently stuck in a high-speed elevator riding up to the 42nd floor of Grey House was causing all my nerves to tangle into tight knots.

"Come on, babe," Justin said softly, turning his head to look at me. "You need to calm down."

I forced a tight smile that didn't quite reach my eyes and looked up...