Chapter 23
Mark and I played phone tag for the rest of the day. He was either in meetings or otherwise unavailable when I called, or I was in my lawyer’s office discussing my cousin’s will when he called.
He finally reached me as I was walking out of the elevator and through the building’s lobby. “Sorry, babe.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah….” The manner in which he drew out the word gave me the impression that perhaps everything wasn’t okay. “I’ll talk to you about it when I get home. What did you have to tell me?”
“It can wait until you get home.”
“Okay.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“No, I’m good.”
“You’re not driving yourself, are you?”
“No.” I could hear the amusement in his voice. “I’ll see you in a few, Quinn.” He hung up before I could say another word.
I stared at my phone until
