Valentina
"Jen wants to meet sometime this week," I announced, walking into William's study.
"So soon?" he said, closing the burgundy leather ledger he'd been writing in.
"Not soon enough, if you ask her," I said, leaning against the edge of the desk. "She's champing at the bit to stage her grand plan."
William chuckled. "Then she's bound to be disappointed."
"I'm half expecting her to tell me she knows everything about how I diverged from her plan and involved Chrissy and extra contact with the outside," I admitted, shifting closer. "She has a huge amount of support within the Association, and it wouldn't surprise me if she had eyes everywhere."
"Have you shared your information with Chrissy, yet?" William inquired, his dark gaze steady. We'd fallen into a pattern where we were some
