Laurel startled at the sound of a knock at her apartment door, then reached for the remote and paused the episode of Say Yes to the Dress she was watching. Why she’d decided to torture herself by watching strangers try on wedding dresses, she wasn’t sure, except that possibly the show did do a good job of reinforcing her belief that most people had terrible taste.
That better not be Jeremy coming over here to give me more grief, she thought, even as she pushed herself up from the sofa. Then again, showing up in person wasn’t really her cousin’s style. He was much more likely to bombard her with nagging text messages, although her phone had been ominously silent ever since she left Trident HQ.
When she opened the door, worried gray-blue eyes stared down at her. Since she’d only seen Jason
