Chapter Seven
Brandon’s cell phone rang the morning of Lily’s departure for the States. He told her he would drive her to the airport and he wouldn’t accept no for an answer.
She figured, what could it matter? This goodbye was already hard; it truly couldn’t get any more gut-wrenching. She busied herself with a final sweep of the room, checking drawers and the closet, anything to occupy her mind.
“. . . We’re all well-aware of the new MDR . . . But Laurel isn’t shipping any product into the EU . . . Christ . . . Yes. Fine. I’ll be right there.” He let out another expletive and shoved his phone in his suit jacket pocket.
“Lily,” he raised his head to meet her gaze. His eyes read frustrated, anxious, and sad. “I can’t drive you to the airport. I have to handle something with the Italian
