Chapter Twenty-Eight
On Monday morning, having gone the long way from her room to the PR & Marketing Suite to steer clear of the public areas of the hotel, Fiona finally arrived at her desk. She was the first to arrive—even Sophia didn’t seem to be in yet. But then she was pretty early, having lain awake since long before her alarm was due to go off.
Heaving a sigh of relief at having successfully avoided James and Logan, she put her handbag down and pressed the button to boot up her computer without even checking her phone. It was on silent, and had remained so since Saturday morning when she’d scurried out of their suite, in so much of a hurry that the fact she’d been wearing men’s pyjamas hadn’t bothered her.
There had been a couple of phone calls since—one from each of them—and a fe
