EMILY LET NATE HAVE his silence for two very long days. She owed him space and time, but what he didn’t realize was, she was giving him her sanity as well.
She’d worked until midnight both nights so she didn’t have to go home and deal with the silence her big, empty house afforded. Once her refuge, now it mocked her. She’d wanted money and a home that she could support herself. She’d got exactly what she wanted, stability and comfort, and how cold it was without the man she wanted in her bed beside her.
On Friday she dressed carefully, wearing the suit he’d bought her, doing her hair and makeup with much more care than she usually would.
She’d barely stepped in the door and opened her computer when she saw three emails from Martine waiting for her in her inbox.
Dear Ms. Sanders,
Pleas
