"Tara?"
Tara glanced up from a file of papers on her desk and broke into a smile. "Chloe! Hey, there stranger."
"Hey, yourself." With a feeling of being a it of a turncoat, Chloe entered the model unit. A stack of carpet samples lay scattered in the corner and coffee stains littered the papers across Tara's desk. Catching her gaze, Tara said, "Nothing much changes, does it?"
"Not really. Apart from my employer, I guess. Is Tucker around?"
"Are you sure you want to see him?" Tara's brows inched skyward.
"No, but we have some unfinished business."
Tara gazed at Chloe as though she had lost her mind. Then she shook her head and lifted her arms in surrender. "He's on his way here. If you stick around, you're bound to run right into him, but since Phase Two fell through, he's been an abso
