Chapter 3
The afternoon had not gone as expected. Gia leaned against her kitchen counter with a glass of wine in one hand watching the cheese browning on the pizza she’d thrown in the oven. Normally she ate better than this —salads and chicken and fish and the like, but tonight she needed cheese and grease, and lots of carbs.
She’d kicked off her shoes, the one that wasn’t ruined anyway, and hung her jacket up, but that’s as far toward comfortable as she’d managed before getting into the wine. She knew she shouldn’t drink too much. Administrative assistants for political figures were on call twenty-four-seven, or so the city offices had warned her. Still, she was pretty sure he wouldn’t call her before their five a.m. meeting.
Nothing could have prepared her for her first afternoon on t
