Chapter Nine
The drive back to town was lazy, Jesse taking advantage of the limo to nap with his head in Grant’s lap, Stephanie doing some work on her phone. Grant was checking his emails as well, but happened to be looking at her when she frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
“One of the studios I do Pilates work at sent me an email that they no longer have room on their calendar for me.”
“Do you have a contract?”
“Yes, but they’re allowed to cancel with two weeks’ notice. It’s just…their email doesn’t really give an explanation, and I’ve been using their space for three of my clients who live nearby, for like two years. It’s weird because it’s the second time this has happened in the last week.”
He put his phone down. “Second time you’ve been booted from a contract?”
“Basical
