Ugh. I slammed the car door, harder than necessary, and stalked towards the building. My reflection in the glass doors did little to improve my mood. Frown lines were definitely making a comeback. I’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed, tangled in the sheets, with a heavy feeling I couldn’t shake.
Even my usually reliable double espresso hadn’t done the trick.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Probably another text from Rami. I pulled it out, sighing. Yep. "Just landed. Meeting in an hour. Miss you." A simple heart emoji followed. Miss you too. Of course I missed him. That was the problem.
We’d been playing phone tag for days. He was in London for this stupid conference, and I was stuck here, drowning in spreadsheets and deadlines. Every time I managed a free moment to call, he
