Piper Avery groaned out loud and let her head fall into her hands in frustration. Sitting on the table in front of her was a neatly typed letter, and although it wasn"t pink, she knew what it meant.
But as disturbing as the piece of paper was, it wasn"t the reason for her groan. Lifting her head back up, she looked at her phone sitting on the table next to the letter and read the text message one more time. Unfortunately, it still said the same thing it had a minute ago, and she groaned out loud again.
Thankfully, her groan was drowned out by the laughter from the table next to her. It was a busy time of day at The Eatery, a popular lunch spot, and she’d been lucky to grab a table. The restaurant was packed with men and women from the nearby office center, all busy talking and trying to
