Mason stared at his phone.
“Sir?” Jake said. Mason's assistant sat across from him in the study. He got back to the hotel just as Mason had finished getting dressed.
“Yes?” Mason replied. “Sorry, I didn't quite catch that.”
“The meeting with your attorneys this afternoon. Mr. Goldberg and Ms. Stuart will be coming by the house at two.”
“Hmmm. Right.” Mason swiped his thumb down the screen of his phone.
“Unless you prefer to meet them at the Wilshire apartment. Or your flat downtown.”
“No, the house will be fine. Who will be in the kitchen today?”
“Ms. del Castillo, sir. I've scheduled dinner at eight.”
Mason nodded, his eyes still glued to the screen. Rachel had sent him three messages. In the first one, she thanked him for dinner. The second was a photo of her, apparently taken th
