Chapter Fourteen
Fantasy. That was the one word that came into Rachel’s head as she entered the five-star hotel in San Francisco. The hotel with its grand lobby of marble tile flooring, pale green fourteen-foot velvet drapes, and a split, curved staircase with brass handrails made her feel like she was in a movie. While married, she and Richie had never taken trips like this, not just the two of them.
She’d flown out alone as Hunter was already there, meeting with his clients.
Rachel had begun to worry when she hadn’t heard from him. She’d tried to reassure herself considering she had a plane ticket in her name to join him. But not hearing from him was grueling. Finally, he’d called her.
He’d sounded so excited, so eager to see her. He’d told her he booked a limo to take them to Napa f
