Chapter 22
The words “emergency” and “meeting” never brought good news.
“Mom, just tell me what this is about.” Walking toward the conference room with her mother, Chase ran her hands down the front of her Herve Leger bandage dress. The habit filled her head with memories of biscotti and Italian accents. She pushed away the emotions that accompanied the memories with such force even the Dragon would be proud. Damn it, every time she shoved the thought of him away, he sneaked right back in. Her chest ached, and she rubbed a hand absently along the space above her breasts. “I was on my way to a meeting,” she said.
“This couldn’t wait.” Her mom smiled, then directed her into a conference room.
They walked through the double doors together, and Chase’s eyes fell on the tall, dark-haired
