She opened the message.
Jim had replied:
“On Friday, I’ll be accompanying the young master to meet a client at the hotel. Miss Hale, perhaps you could bring the suit then.”
Candice: “Huh?”
At this point, the number of question marks in her head could’ve burst right through her skull.
Charlie Clemens wants to see her again?
At a hotel, no less?
And not just any hotel—one so secluded you could scream murder and not a soul would hear.
What on earth was this Mr. Clemens trying to do?
Candice didn’t dare speculate.
It wasn’t that she was scared—well, maybe a little.
This opportunity had landed right in her lap, but she wasn’t bold enough to act on it.
She just couldn’t figure this man out.
She was here to build a career, not get entangled in something messier.
After thinking it ov
