Chapter Six
After lunch, Sue went to her room and sat on the edge of the bed. She had experienced a gamut of emotions the past week; sadness over Monica’s death, protectiveness toward Preston, acute physical desire, and today, guilt.
Slipping off her sandals, she took in her surroundings. She didn’t belong here. The walls of this resort contained history, and memories that Phoenix was a part of. And this cozy quiet room, with its nautical décor, off white furnishings, and hardwood floors, was not for her. Sue Deveraux was made for tailored suits and oversized classic jewelry, meetings and uncompromising decisions.
Exhaling, she studied her cell phone on the bedside table. She couldn’t put that phone call off any longer. The secretary picked up after the second ring, with her usual greet
