Chapter Three
Sue clutched the passenger seat armrest as Phoenix's private aircraft touched down. He had given her one month to fulfil her promise to Monica. Four weeks, no more, to have Preston settled in his new home. She would have liked more time, or at least the possibility of an extension should she deem one necessary. But, in the short time she had known Phoenix, of one thing she was certain — he did not speak for the sake of hearing his own voice. He was prepared to tolerate her presence for precisely thirty days.
When she stepped out of the plane onto the floor of the hangar, the heat hit her like flames over an open fire. Today, like most summer days in Seaside, it rivaled a stint in a sauna. The urge to turn around and crawl inside the cool of the sumptuous cabin was overwhelm
