Adrian’s POV
She said a restaurant name and a time — seven o'clock and hung up before I could ask anything else.
I knew the place. Small Italian, West Village, the kind of room that was quiet enough for a real conversation without requiring one. I had not been there in years. I did not ask if she knew that or if it was coincidence.
Marcus called at four to go over the board memo. I dealt with it in forty minutes and told him I had plans at seven and he didn't ask what kind. He had stopped asking certain questions in the past week, which I appreciated.
I arrived eight minutes early.
She was already there.
That told me something. Lena Ashford did not arrive early to things she was uncertain about. She arrived early when she had made a decision and was ready to deliver it without extend
