Chapter 73: Striking Distance
(Roxana's POV)
"Did you guys get lost in Canada or something?" Noah complained loudly, shaking his wrist to flash his Rolex. "We've already finished a whole round of welcome champagne in the lobby."
Clara, standing next to Landon, spoke up before anyone else could answer. Her chiselled, delicate features looked pale.
"I'm so sorry, Noah," she said, her voice soft and apologetic. "The winding roads made me terribly car sick. Lando was just being sweet. He drove really slowly to make sure I didn't throw up."
Noah saw a pretty girl showing weakness and immediately softened. He shrugged, letting the issue drop. "Fair enough. Where is the man of the hour, anyway?"
She lifted her chin toward the revolving glass doors. "He's just outside."
I followed he
