The man just nods mutely, eyes a little wide as his hand moves to the phone. “One moment.”
She appears in a doorway less than a minute after being summoned, clothing sleek and casual, hair loose around her. Wholly unthreatening, which is likely the idea.
“Vince?” she greets, shrewd eyes watching his expression.
Vince reaches out to shake her hand. Of course they’ll skip the introductions. “Suppose we crossed paths the other day,” he notes.
“Didn’t fully expect that,” she admits. One warm hand is on Vince’s elbow, gently guiding him toward the hall. “I’m not, strictly speaking, supposed to approach my clients in public unless they approach me first.” Caroline gives him a look over her shoulder, calmly gauging the man. “But if you’re here, it means Reza’s filled you in about our sessions
