Mrs Allen saw everything that happened last night and she's convinced that this could be the start of a blossoming love story — if only Laura wasn't in the picture and she would make sure of that.
As Noah’s mother, Joyce, sat in the dimly lit private room of an upscale Dallas restaurant, she asked herself if she was doing the right thing and then she caught herself.
Was she becoming weak?
Of course she was doing the right thing.
The shadows played across her sharp features, accentuating the determination in her eyes. Across from her sat Vincent, a man whose reputation preceded him—a professional with a cold, calculating demeanor.
Joyce leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. “Laura is a thorn in my side, Vincent. She’s holding Noah back from the life he deserves, the lif
