Cal watched Cora speak from across the table.
He made appropriate sounds, nodded and smiled when she looked up to meet his eyes, although his mind was barely registering what the woman was saying.
He could only think about the ticking bomb in his house.
It had taken all Gilbert Dankworth’s resources to clean his image before the media and the public. And now this Miss Shaw shows up.
“Are you OK, Cal?” Cora’s voice rang out, drawing his attention to the present again.
"I'm sorry”, he smiled apologetically. “Did you say something?”
“You were not listening to me.” Cora said flatly, her perfectly threaded brows lifting in surprise.
“I’m sorry.”
“Is something wrong? Is Nova OK, you said she was sleeping.” Cora leaned down to pick up her wine glass, pausing too long and baring her clea
