“No problem,” Roman smiled widely. “We’ll just wait here.”
“Carrie, a word?” Ivy walked away and into her office.
“Yes, boss?” Carried asked innocently.
“What was that?” Ivy wondered, her hands on her hips. “Weren’t you and Darren warning me against getting too close to the Belmontes?”
“I was,” Carrie walked a little further into her office and whispered, “but I was reading my cards last night…”
“Oh, Carrie,” Ivy sighed, rubbing her hand down her face, forgetting she was wearing mascara today. It was probably smudged now.
“And you were on my mind,” Carrie continued. “And the cards never lie. You are supposed to trust a stranger this week.”
“He’s not a stranger, Carrie.” Ivy began packing her belongings into her purse. “And where were your cards when I needed a ride last night
