Tracy's honey-gold eyes shimmered with liquid clarity the moment she recognized Gordon's voice on the phone. Even better.
"Are you at Grandeur Group? I need to see you." Her words carried the gentle warmth of spring, though an undercurrent of irritation sharpened her tone. Had she known it would be him?
Gordon's broad hand tightened around his phone. He'd dropped everything to handle her crisis immediately—shouldn't she be grateful? Yet her detached calm sent an unwelcome jolt through his chest.
"I'll have Cyrus pick you up. Your location?"
"Don't bother. I'm already en route to Grandeur." Even as she spoke, Tracy's free hand had already hailed a cab.
"Understood."
The taxi came to a stop all too soon. After paying, Tracy marched toward the marble-columned entrance, her gaze landing
