Chapter Thirteen
Needless to say, I didn’t drink cocoa and curl up in my bed with a novel. When I arrived home, I fell asleep, completely exhausted, my head still spinning. I had no desire to think about anything I’d done until morning.
Morning broke with a blast of sunny warmth pouring through my bedroom window, although I didn’t fully awaken until my ringing phone rudely shook my ears. I could hardly believe the odd request I heard coming from the other end.
“Kate, this is Harry Wilson, I need you at the office this morning.”
“What? This is Sunday.”
“I know, but we have an emergency with Trummel & Picford and I need you right now. I think you’ll like my proposition.”
“Okay,” I answered carefully. I couldn’t imagine that this could have anything to do with the club, though the thoug
