Chapter 9
Brielle
He is not just punctual, he's early, I note when I pull into the parking lot of my office at eight-fifty-two and see an unfamiliar truck already occupying a space. Good to know we have that in common.
I step out of my car, wincing at the humidity that already seems a bit oppressive for so early on a mid-April morning. I look in my purse, noting with satisfaction that I remembered to pick up a ponytail band and my small brush.
That is the first order of business today, get all this hair pulled up out of my way, I tell myself as I lock my car and walk toward the door.
As I move up the sidewalk, I get the sensation of being watched, but since I opted to have the front windows of my office tinted, I cannot confirm my suspicion. It is not until I walk through the door tha
