Gage was just finishing his breakfast when Rebecca walked back down the stairs. She was back in her dress pants and buttoned-up blouse, complete with suit jacket. Even her hair was pulled back away from her face as it had been the first time he’d seen her. He frowned. Didn’t this woman ever just relax? Ten seconds later, he got his answer.
“We need to go over a few things, Mr. Daniels,” she declared, taking a seat opposite him.
Sighing, he pushed his plate away, leaned back, and crossed his arms. “I’m all yours,” he said with a smirk.
She ignored his remark and turned her attention to a note pad she’d laid down on the table in front of her. Holding a pen in her right hand, she asked, “Do you have any idea who might be sending these pictures to you?”
That got his attention and wiped the
