Luke saw Amelia looking out of the bus and felt a surge of relief. He’d beat her here. He could head her off, talk to her. And see if she was honest or the best actress he’d ever met. On the drive over, he’d been thinking about who might be trustworthy inside the company and remembered Donovan Kincaid. He’d sure leaped to her defense when Leslie got cute yesterday. Of the two, he’d put his money on Kincaid having the better instincts. Or did he want to believe him?
He started walking—not hurrying because part of him didn’t want to know if the news was going to be bad—toward the street as the bus came to a ponderous stop. His gaze followed Amelia’s progress the length of the bus, then lost sight of her until the bus moved off with a smoky roar. Maybe it was the engine sounds or a prickling
