Nordland. Brooks Corporation headquarters.
Genevieve had been there three days and already had the core operations down cold. Just as she was thinking about booking a flight home, her assistant knocked.
"Ms. White, Mr. Roscoe is waiting for you in the reception room."
Genevieve paused and let out a sigh. "Got it."
Her time in Nordland had been a real ordeal.
And it all came down to one person. The exact tall, ridiculously good-looking guy Jessica had joked about. Ace Roscoe.
Ace's father was an old friend of Liam's. Ace was four years younger than her, and back when they were kids, he used to hang off her leg, trailing after her and trying to copy every word she said.
They'd wound up on the same flight out, with Ace seated right next to her. The guy would not stop talking. Genevieve
