Fisher entered Owen’s office to find it empty. Strange. The man seemed to work eighteen-hour days, even with his two teens at home. Fisher had told him countless times to go home at a decent hour, but there always seemed to be some emergency keeping him at the hotel.
Strange.Fisher sat in the chair across from Owen’s desk to wait. He was a bit early for their Monday morning meeting, and normally Fisher would’ve tried to skip it. But Stacey had seemed pretty nervous about the storm warning, and Fisher didn’t like that he didn’t even know about it.
He had the best electronics and WiFi money could buy, and he’d looked up the forecast last night after dropping Stacey back at Aloha Hideaway.
His thoughts scattered as the memory of kissing her stole through his mind. She’d tasted like somethi
