The next morning, after a light breakfast, Blake called the pilot of his jet and informed him that he and Nicola would be at the airport the following morning. Once he hung up, he called the office and checked his messages. There were a few. Making a mental note to return the calls tomorrow afternoon, Blake placed his cell phone on the bedside table.
He put the dirty dishes on the food cart and wheeled it to the door. Then, as usual, he left it in the hallway and returned to the room. His cell phone started ringing, and he moved toward the bedside table. He picked up the phone and glanced at the screen.
There was an unknown number…
“Hello?”
“‘Hello, Blake.’”
“I should’ve imagined… You have a lot of nerve calling me after everything you have done,” he replied coldly. “What do you want
