CHAPTER 27
BRAX
The ringing phone woke him.
Why didn’t Meera answer it?
Right, because it was his personal phone.
And the room was also dark.
What the f**k? How long had he been asleep? What time was it? He’d made it to the couch in his office, and someone had put a blanket over him—probably Meera before she went home. He squinted at the phone, his vision blurred because he’d forgotten to remove his contacts. Six a.m., and Alexa was calling. Damn, it was too early for another lecture. He let the brat go to voicemail, switched to his glasses, and then saw that Carissa had sent a text ten minutes ago. She was on a plane, finally. This time tomorrow, he’d be a free man. A poor man, but a free one.
Another text to his lawyer, and he closed his eyes again. Should he sell the apartment in
