CHAPTER THREE
Drew watched her leave, his interest in her petite, shapely form temporarily overriding his rage. He could still smell the faint linger of jasmine that he’d noticed when she’d come around and leaned in close to navigate through the accounting system. He could still see those full lips and rich brown doe eyes that had captivated him as she’d explained what she’d found.
Not to mention no sign of a wedding band... just like three years ago when I met her in the grocery store... she’s not someone you forget...
I wonder if she remembered me?
He shook his head to clear it.
“Not where your focus should be at all right now, dude,” he muttered, and reached for the phone to make the first of several phone calls that needed to happen. The first was via intercom to Andrea, asking he
