(Asher)
Harlow came back into our section with her phone still in her hand. I had stayed where she left me after Ridge finally went away. The look on her face told me she'd done something while she was gone. I waited for her to tell me instead of asking.
"I called Greta."
That got my attention.
"What did she say?"
"I'm meeting her at eleven."
"About going back?"
"About what going back would take."
I nodded. Greta had known Harlow for years, so there wasn't much I needed to ask about the meeting itself. I knew the firm, I knew where it was, and I knew who she'd be sitting across from. Harlow was the only part of this I couldn't predict.
"That's it?"
"What else do you want me to say?"
"I don't know."
She walked farther into the room and put her phone down. She was waiting for me
