Chapter 5
The day was ending much colder than it had started out, turning into one of those strange Atlanta days when it felt like it should be snowing. Tabby glanced up at the steely gray sky reflecting off of one of the glass skyscrapers across the street and shuddered.
Rob stood next to her in the glassed-in vestibule in their building, annoyingly stylish black wool jacket buttoned up to his chin, winding a thick burgundy scarf around his throat and over his head.
Tabby blinked against the harsh downburst of hot air inside the enclosure, trying to keep her contacts from turning into solid painful bits of sand.
“You’re sure this can’t wait until tomorrow?” Rob said, pulling out a pair of gloves that matched his scarf. “It’s nasty out there, and you’re not even wearing a decent winter
