Chapter 29
Presley rested her head on the plush leather of her chair and closed her eyes. Strapped in for take off in their company jet, she could finally allow the events of the previous night to wash away. Or at least that’s what she wanted to do.
Unbidden images played out in her mind’s eye bringing with them a sinking feeling that exactly followed the downward spiral her heart had been in since she left the party early. Images of Hobie, handsome and confident, moving through the party with an ease she envied. Her own display of self-confidence seemed plastic, brittle, nothing more than an attempt to cover up her real feelings. Small, petty, dark feelings.
“Take a picture with me, Presley,” he had reached out to her and pulled her to his side where they smiled for a photographer who
