Jake and Jeremy both faced her, arms crossed, in the “conference room” at the converted Craftsman house that served as Trident Enterprise’s headquarters. Laurel supposed she should have known that Jake would be here for this interview, even though she thought that someone who was getting married the day after tomorrow would have better things to do with his time.
Unlike Jeremy, who wore a scowl that seemed destined to permanently etch a line between his brows, Jake’s face bore a studiedly pleasant expression, as if he’d told himself that he needed to get through this discussion without losing his cool, and therefore faking a look of mild interest seemed the best way to handle the situation.
She hadn’t even told them about Jason Ludlow yet. During the drive back to Flagstaff — all eleven
